As soon as he opened the door, he felt a stream of fresh air pouring into his nasal cavity through the mask.
He couldn't help but take a few greedy breaths.
As if he was attracted by something, he involuntarily walked in, and the door automatically closed behind him. , and his eyes immediately lit up.
This is an empty square room, quite spacious, about sixty or seventy square meters, with a floor height far higher than that of an ordinary house, at least four meters above.
Soft white light shines from the ceiling and shines on the original wooden floor.
The furnishings in the room are clearly visible.
The wall facing the door had floor-to-ceiling windows.
The sky outside was blue and white, the grass was green, and the breeze was blowing.
The curtains hanging on both sides rippled like waves.
He was pleasantly surprised, and then he realized that the beautiful scenery outside the window was just created by a computer.
The illusion is difficult to make so realistic, and it also has the effect of wind blowing.
There are two rectangular electronic screens embedded in the white walls on both sides of the door, similar to the four screens at the competition site.
They display a clock, which is almost six o'clock in the evening.
In the middle of the house, there is an exaggeratedly large bed, covered with snow-white sheets, as well as white pillows and quilts.
To the left of the door is a translucent bathroom, with the toilet and bathtub vaguely visible.
To the right of the door was a small white bar with a white swivel chair.
The small water dispenser on the bar was filled with water.
He was even more surprised to see a green apple placed on the stainless steel tray on the counter.
He thought this was true or false He couldn't help but walked over, picked up the apple and pinched it.
There was a feeling of pulp under the skin.
His heart skipped a beat.
He pulled off the mask, put it to his mouth and took a bite.
The crisp and sweet taste that he had almost forgotten suddenly spread from the tip of his tongue.
The whole mouth, this is a real apple.
I didn’t expect to receive such treatment after participating in the competition.
Why didn’t you fat man tell me earlier?
After a long drought, he took a big bite of the apple, almost eating all the core.
He picked up the cup and took a sip of water from the water dispenser.
It tasted much better than the water in the water shop.
At this time, he felt a little hot and noticed that there was an air vent on the ceiling.
It should be a central air conditioner.
Needless to say, the room was fully enclosed and the air was filtered.
He put down his backpack and took off his coat, as if he had found a room full of toys.
Like a child, he started groping around.
He found a closet next to the bathroom.
There were two sets of white clothes neatly stacked in it, including outerwear and underwear.
They were all medium-sized and fit him just right.
There were also two pairs of white sneakers in the lower compartment.
It's something he can wear, and it seems that his situation has been investigated.
The three giants of the black market, there is nothing they can't do.
He shrugged indifferently, went into the bathroom, and tried the water in the faucet first.
There was both hot and cold water.
He was overjoyed.
Taking a hot bath was his wish for many years.
And it’s a wish that has no hope of coming true.
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He happily washed his face with hot water, and suddenly heard a loud ringing of the doorbell.
Someone finally came to check on him.
Romance "Here it comes."
He responded and left the bathroom.
He held the door handle and pulled it, but it didn't open.
He was a little surprised.
He thought there was something wrong with the lock.
Unexpectedly, he turned it back and forth several times, but the door still didn't open.
He felt in his heart.
For a moment, the feeling of happiness was immediately replaced by the feeling of being in prison.
Why are you so beautiful?
These numbered rooms are obviously cells prepared for players.
I don't know how many people have been imprisoned, and I don't know how many of them died on the stage.
The fresh air is just to cover up the smell of death.
"Hey, is there anyone?
Just tell me if you have anything to say.
If you fart, hurry up."
He kicked the door angrily, but there was no sound from outside.
Then he saw a piece protruding from the bottom of the door, like a drawer, but the lid was upward.
He curiously opened the lid and took a look.
It turned out to be a white lunch box.
A tempting aroma overflowed, making his stomach growl suddenly, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten for a long time.
He opened the lunch box with anticipation.
It turned out to be white rice with luncheon meat and fried mung bean sprouts.
It was topped with a thick layer of sauce, which was hot and fragrant.
Hey, this prison food is really good.
His saliva has already flowed down.
He picked up the plastic knife and fork on the side without politeness, sat down at the bar and started eating.
After eating a full meal, his mood also improved.
The competition implements a closed management system for the contestants, who are responsible for food and housing.
Don't be too picky.
Anyway, you have been mentally prepared for it and act like a man.
To challenge fate, even if he dies, he must die vigorously.
With this thought, he felt at ease.
He lay down on the big bed, his body was bounced a few times, and he couldn't help but screamed "Shuang".
As the words fell, the clock on the electronic screen turned into a program menu, listing music, Buttons for movies, TV shows, variety shows, games, etc.
He felt happy and shouted "Music" again.
The menu changed, and items such as songs, instrumental music, dramas, etc. appeared.
It was indeed voice control.
He casually reported the title of a song he usually liked, "Lonely Missing," familiar music.
The melody sounded, and two male singers with faces full of vicissitudes of life appeared on the screen.
Half an hour later, he was soaking in the bathtub filled with hot water, listening to the melodious piano music, and comfortable fatigue radiated from every pore.
He was satisfied, thinking about what he had experienced during the day, and felt like he had gone from hell to heaven.
He suddenly felt that even if he died tomorrow, he would have no regrets.
He almost fell asleep in the bathtub, only to wake up when the water hit his nose.
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He thought that if he drowned in the bathtub, he would really die before he started.
He went to bed naked.
He was used to sleeping on a bed at home that was filled with his body odor.
Suddenly, he was covered with such a white and comfortable quilt that he no longer felt sleepy.
He enthusiastically ordered a movie called Resident Evil 8 and lay down to enjoy it. , slowly fell asleep amidst the cries of zombies.
Ever since his father left, he had never slept so soundly or so deeply.
For the first time in his life, he had not had a single dream.
He didn't know how long it took before he woke up to a violent shock.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling shaking and the big bed underneath him shaking.
He was startled and shouted "There's an earthquake" before jumping out of bed and preparing to hide in the bathroom.
As soon as his feet landed, he realized that he had made a mistake, because the ground was stationary and the other furnishings in the room were fine, but the big bed still kept moving and slowly rose up.
He hadn't woken up yet, and he stupidly watched four stainless steel pillars protruding from the four corners of the bed, raising the bed higher and higher, and finally stopped almost touching the ceiling, and the place where the bed was originally placed turned white.
An entire piece of ground is divided into a semi-independent space by four pillars.
What kind of mechanism is this?
He raised his neck to make sure that the big bed hanging in the air would not fall down.
Then he squatted down and touched the ground with his hand.
It was ice cold, not a wooden floor, but more like a steel plate.
He couldn't help but shake it.
I shuddered and realized that I was still naked.
He blushed a little and looked around alertly, but found nothing like a camera.
He breathed a sigh of relief and noticed that the two electronic screens had changed back to clocks, showing that it was eight o'clock in the morning.
He had been asleep for so long. "518, on behalf of the Organizing Committee of the Nuclear Corpse Challenge Competition, I welcome you to join us.
Put on your fighting uniform quickly and don't catch the cold.
After breakfast, training will begin at 8:30."
A coquettish voice sounded in the room.
Come. 518 He was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was his room number, and it seemed to be his code name.
Then he remembered who the voice was, and couldn't help but turn around and look around: "You, you are Rose, you can see me. " "Of course I can see it, I can see it clearly."
Rose's big portrait suddenly appeared on the electronic screens on both sides, looking at him with a smile, there was a hint of naughtiness, which was different from the mature and charming she showed on the stage.
Big difference.
"Ah" he covered his key parts with a burning face, feeling that he could not hide between the enlarged rose eyes on the electronic screen, and ran to the bathroom in embarrassment.
"Why are you hiding?
Every player will be exposed by me."
Rose's laughter followed him, as if she was right next to him.
Like a shy girl, he reached out from the bathroom, pulled out a set of clothes from the closet, and hurriedly put them on before he dared to poke his head out.
When he saw that the rose on the electronic screen was gone, he couldn't help but wipe it.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, why are the women in the black market so generous?
He took out the lunch box from the drawer under the door, which contained a large bowl of white porridge and fried dough sticks cut into several sections.
He sniffed it happily, carefully placed the lunch box on the bar, then peed, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and felt completely refreshed.
I finished my breakfast feeling refreshed, wiped my mouth with satisfaction, and burped loudly.
The food for the contestants was really good.
He looked at the time, eight twenty, ten minutes left, just in time to relieve his hunger.
He walked slowly around the room, observing the white ground, wondering what other mechanisms might be there.
Just as he was thinking about it, the lights in the room dimmed, and a white light shot out from the bottom of the suspended bed and hit the white ground.
Suddenly, his heart flashed.
Isn't this a shrunken competition stage?
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It must be a scene of a simulated competition.
Conduct training.
As if to confirm what he thought, Rose's narration sounded in a serious voice: "Training begins, players enter the arena."
His expression became solemn and he walked slowly towards the "competition stage".
Suddenly, he had a vague hunch that this small step he took would be a big step that changed his life.
He stood in the center of the stage, just like a contestant in a competition, listening to Rose's instructions: "The contestants choose their weapons."
The electronic screens on both sides changed accordingly, dividing into seven small screens, displaying seven weapons.
His eyes fell on the axe, and the scene of his first murder could not help but appear before his eyes.
It seemed that everything was predestined.
He said loudly: "I want the axe."
Following his words, a glass seat rose up from under his feet, with an ax embedded in it.
He eagerly grabbed the ax, only to find that it was different from an ordinary ax.
There was also a sharp tentacle extending from the handle, similar to a wireless antenna. .
He was a little confused when he saw another glass stand rising up with a helmet with a transparent mask on it.
He was even more confused.
It was so inconvenient to wear a helmet for training.
Just listen to Rose's loud prompt: "Players put on their helmets and get ready, the nuclear zombie challenge begins."
He was shocked when the Nuclear Corpse challenged him.
Could it be that a Nuclear Corpse would appear as his sparring partner?
This helmet might be to protect the players' heads.
He heard a gunshot, and the electronic screen started the stopwatch.
He hurriedly picked up the helmet.
As soon as he put it on, he saw a nuclear corpse with blisters on his face rushing over.
"He" came too fast.
It had already jumped in front of him and opened its mouth to bite him.
He had no time to lift the axe, and reflexively raised his arm to block it.
His arm was bitten by "him", and a heartbreaking pain came.
He couldn't help shouting: "Help":