Suddenly the drums beat loudly, and the lights in the middle of the venue were brightly lit, making the stage look like daylight, while the area outside the stage was still hidden in darkness.
I saw a woman wearing a rose-colored cheongsam standing in the center of the stage.
She was wearing a completely transparent spherical mask.
A transparent tube was connected to a small white box around her waist.
It was obviously a special gas mask with a built-in microphone.
It doesn't affect my impression of her.
A circle of pictures suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls, consisting of four large rectangular LCD screens.
Audiences sitting in four directions could see a front screen.
The screen is showing a close-up of the head of the woman in the cheongsam: her hair falls like a waterfall of brown hair to her shoulders, her fair face is shining, her eyebrows are lightly swept, her eyes are affectionate, and her red lips are sultry, making people's hearts beat.
Immediately, dynamic and powerful music played, and the woman twisted her limbs happily to the drum beats.
The camera panned her 360 degrees, and her cheongsam was also unique, with a large back and a high slit.
It tightly wraps the whole body, revealing the upper and lower curves, showing off the femininity and sexiness of women to the extreme.
He was dumbfounded and his mouth was dry.
He had never thought that a woman could be so beautiful and so naturally charming.
This was because he had only seen a handful of women over the years.
Not only him, but every survivor hid their face behind a mask.
Apart from their family and close friends, no one had seen anyone else.
The atmosphere that was painstakingly created for this woman's appearance was not in vain.
After a brief silence, the audience suddenly became excited, with whistles and applause.
The whistler also has a harder time, having to put two fingers into his mouth from under the mask, which is a characteristic of the times.
"Hello everyone, I am the host Rose.
Can't you wait?"
The ambiguous words of the female host aroused another round of whistles.
Her tone immediately changed and she announced in a professional host tone, "Dear viewers, , now we invite contestant No. 5 for the weekly competition, from Yunwu Mountain."
The exciting march music sounded, and a beam of light hit the center of the stage, revealing a square hole.
A male player in a white sportswear slowly rose from the opening, and the audience responded with a burst of warm cheers.
A close-up of the player appeared on the screen.
He was not wearing a mask.
He was about 20 years old and looked very strong.
He waved his fists and greeted the audience around him.
Rose stepped forward, her voluptuous attitude in sharp contrast with the contestant's majestic appearance: "Contestant No. 5, what weapon are you going to choose?"
She pointed her hand toward the screen in a dance-like movement, and the four-sided display screen changed accordingly, each of which was divided into seven small screens.
Each small screen contained a different weapon: dagger, kitchen knife, pointed hammer, and axe. , iron rod, long sword, but the last one is a fist.
Player No. 5 said without hesitation: "I want a stick."
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of ground protruded under the feet of Contestant No. 5, and a long iron rod slowly stretched out.
He grabbed the iron rod and shook it into the air, making a mighty posture.
Romance "Haha, as expected of a player from Yunwu Mountain, who knows how to play with a stick."
Rose smiled sweetly, turned to the audience, and opened her arms, "Everyone in the audience, I now leave the choice of your opponent to you, and quickly exercise your rights."
The surrounding screens changed again, each divided into ten small screens, and ten portraits of nuclear polluters appeared.
Four of them had red crosses, and a small yellow frame moved over the remaining six portraits, enclosing one portrait each time. , a magnified whole-body picture is projected, showing "his" number, age, height, weight and other data.
As the avatars were projected one by one, the sounds of "didi-didi" kept coming and going.
He noticed that it was the audience in the seats who were pressing a row of buttons on the armrests.
The screen changed again, turning into a row of lists displaying numbers.
As the button sounded, each number presented an upward-increasing red bar.
When the button sound stopped completely, the longest red bar was fixed at "8". number.
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Rose showed an excited expression: "Okay, the opponent of player No. 5 is Nuclear Corpse No. 8, dear viewers.
Before they officially face off, let us review the winning moments of the first four players."
The lights in the stadium dimmed again, and amidst the exciting percussion music, a photo and introduction of a strong man appeared on the screen.
This was the No. 1 player.
After a countdown, Contestant No. 1 raised an ax and struck a nuclear corpse on the head.
Red and white brains spurted onto the screen.
The time was frozen at two minutes and fifty seconds, which made the audience excited.
Gotta scream.
Contestant No. 2 was a woman with a sinewy face.
She held a kitchen knife and let out a strange scream.
She slashed at the nuclear corpse like a vegetable.
Blood spattered everywhere.
The time was frozen at three minutes and nineteen seconds, and so did the audience.
Strange screams kept coming.
Contestant No. 3 is a thin young man.
He jumped up in the air with his bare hands, clamped the neck of the corpse with one arm, and twisted it outward.
The head of the corpse turned to the side and he fell to the ground.
The time showed One minute and fifty-seven seconds, it won a round of applause from the audience.
Contestant No. 4 is a fat man, young, with small eyes.
He is very cute.
He also uses a kitchen knife.
His clumsy body moves very quickly on the stage.
The kitchen knife passes horizontally, and the nuclear corpse behind him He clutched his neck and fell down.
A blood arrow shot into the air.
The time showed: Thirteen seconds.
The audience was silent.
Even though it was a video playback, they were still shocked by the fat man's performance again.
The lights came back on, and only Contestant No. 5 was left on the stage.
Rose's voice sounded on the screen: "Everyone, audience, get ready to enjoy the wonderful performance of Contestant No. 5.
Can he break the record of Contestant No. 4?
As far as I know, You know, this is the record of ranking third in all previous weekly competitions since the Nuclear Corpse Challenge Competition was held.
If there are no surprises, this week’s champion is none other than player No. 4.”
The heavy drum beat sounded, as if it was a battle horn.
Contestant No. 5 retreated to a corner of the stage slightly nervously, and saw the "00:00:00" stopwatch format appearing on the four screens, and in the center of the stage, another A hole was opened, and an uncapped iron cage gradually rose up.
The first thing that was exposed was the disheveled man under the iron fence and a ferocious face covered with blisters, and then "him" wearing a black tight-fitting vest and a pair of white sweatpants on the lower body.
It was obviously packaged by the organizer, because outside Most of the nuclear polluters wandering around were in rags and barely covered their bodies.
"His" figure is convex and downturned, almost perfect.
If the exposed skin were not covered with large and small blisters as if it had been burned by fire, he would definitely not be inferior to the host Rose.
"He" is a female nuclear corpse, so he should be called for "her" The atmosphere at the scene was boiling again, mixed with the screams of a few female spectators.
They obviously didn't know that they were cheering for the No. 5 player, but cheering for the No. 8 female nuclear corpse.
Amidst the noise of the audience, he slowly squeezed to the front of the aisle, that is, the first row.
After all, the agility gained by digging wasteland is not in vain.
He held on to the guardrail with his hands and found that from his feet to There is also a three-meter drop in the open space below to protect spectators from accidental injuries during the game.
The square-shaped open space is about more than one hundred square meters, and the competition platform built in the middle is also square.
The platform is about one meter high and six or seven meters wide, which is almost the size of a boxing ring.
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He ignored the crowded audience behind him and carefully looked at the female nuclear polluter in the center of the stage.
Judging from "her" tall figure, she must be young.
She was in the Mood for Love, but unfortunately she became the target and audience of the survivors.
They can't help but feel sympathy for the object of their curiosity.
The iron cage slowly descended, leaving the female nuclear corpse on the table.
Player No. 5 may have been stimulated by the audience and was eager to prove himself.
When he heard the sound of a gunshot and the stopwatch started, he rushed forward.
The nuclear polluter is not a real zombie.
Unless the animal instinct is stimulated by the smell of blood, "he" still retains human thinking and judgment, but in the eyes of "he", the survivors are a link in the food chain.
That's all, and "he" is at the top of the food chain.
This is probably what "she" on the stage thinks of Contestant No. 5, and this is what he thinks of "her" because he has never seen a nuclear polluter so calmly and so close.
Contestant No. 5 holds the stick with both hands, and uses the momentum of his body to hit the female core corpse's head with the stick.
The stick is so powerful that if he hits it, "she" will burst out her brains.
At this point, the stopwatch on the screen starts timing.
He watched Contestant No. 5's attack moves and "her" reaction to the enemy intently.
This was a rare on-site learning opportunity that would provide him with practical tutorials for his future encounters with nuclear polluters.
He had a hunch that he would always There will be a day when he cannot hide or escape.
Sooner or later, his hands will be stained with the blood of nuclear polluters, or he will become a feast in "their" mouth.
Just when the iron rod hit her head, "her" head suddenly flicked, and her body dodged to the side in a rather weird posture.
Although she escaped the fatal blow, her shoulder was hit by the tip of the rod, and the blisters burst and were covered with blood.
The iron rod.
He noticed that "her" body was stagnant for a moment, but there was no pain response that a normal person should have, so he quickly pounced on Contestant No. 5, opened his blood-red mouth, exposed a set of white teeth, and bit his neck. go He looked carefully and saw that "her" mouth was clearly covered with blisters.
Although he was disgusted, he thought about the pain these nuclear polluters had to endure, so that he lost the sense of pain from external injuries to the body.
Contestant No. 5 has obviously practiced stick skills.
He was calm in the face of danger.
He twisted his body and made a 180-degree turn.
The original tail of the stick became the forward, turned the stick into a gun, and thrust straight into "her" open mouth. go.
Looking at today's players, they all target the heads of nuclear polluters.
Obviously, what their father taught before is correct.
"Their" weakness is the head, and when one-on-one, "they" "It's no match for normal people either.
However, the female nuclear polluter in front of her seemed a little different.
Facing Contestant No. 5's killing blow, she dwarfed, rolled on the ground like a monkey, and stood up on the other side.
The stopwatch has passed thirty seconds, and the audience is booing.
Obviously, contestant No. 5 will not win the weekly championship.
What he has to do now is to stand for survival.
The rules of the competition are that once the contestants take the stage, they must die, either by killing the nuclear corpse or by being killed.
"She" seemed to know that time was in her favour, moving hesitantly on the stage and dealing with contestant No. 5.
He observed the moving posture of "her" and vaguely felt that this was an evolution of "them".
In a sense, "they" were a variant of human beings who encountered a cruel living environment.
Contestant No. 5 got a little impatient, shouted loudly, danced the iron rod in his hand like a windmill, and forced it towards the female corpse.
"She" retreated step by step, retreating to a corner with no way to retreat, like a trapped animal, forcing an inhuman howl from her throat.
The audience also saw that it was the last moment, and many people stood up from their seats, making noises, and were ready to enjoy the killer performance of contestant No. 5.
He also held his breath to see how player No. 5 would finish his opponent.
He knew it was a bit cruel, but he came to this competition just to see this moment.
Suddenly, he faintly heard a short scream from the surrounding sounds.
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It was high-pitched and thin, and seemed familiar.
His heartstrings seemed to be struck by something, and he followed the sound to the audience opposite.
He felt a familiar brightness.
His eyes flashed by, it was her, she was here too.
His eyes searched among the piles of colorful masks, and he forgot what he was most concerned about.
Suddenly, the whole place was in an uproar, and there were screams of shock.
He reacted suddenly and turned his eyes away.
Only then did he realize that he had missed the dramatic reversal of the situation.
He saw Contestant No. 5 lying upright on the stage, and the female nuclear corpse No. 8 was standing there.
She lay on top of him and gnawed on his face, blood staining the white countertop.
Several men in white protective clothing rushed out from a door under the guardrail, waving electric batons in their hands and ran towards the stage.
A close-up of the face of contestant No. 5 whose bones were exposed appeared on the big screen, accompanied by Rose's excited narration: "Contestant No. 5 unfortunately fell.
He was the sixth contestant to fall this season.
His family will receive A one-week pass as a consolation.
At the same time, we congratulate No. 8 Nuclear Corpse for entering the list of opponents for the monthly competition.
According to the rules of the competition, the Nuclear Corpse that enters the annual finals and survives will be free
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