Doomsday Wonderland

This is anti-theft, the main text is actually very fast, just wait a moment

The small commotion caused by the anonymous concern area prevented the farmers from actually starting their field work until five o'clock in the morning.

Although it has been less than 24 hours since entering this game, every farmer has quickly adapted to this new form of life: when you open your eyes, it is time to work, otherwise every minute of time that is wasted may mean the future. hungry.

To be honest, the days when I didn’t need to work for more than ten hours but could have food, now I think about it, it’s so far away that it’s unrealistic.

"Sister, you should think about it." When Lin Sanjiu lowered her head and continued to plow the land, Ji Shanqing's voice still echoed in her mind - "If he must be kept alive, my idea will not be implemented."

She also didn't expect that the reason why Li Bao wanted to give up Han Suiping was basically the same as the thoughts in the anonymous concern area, because they couldn't support so many people. When she retorted that three food **** could be evenly distributed, Libao sighed.

"Sister," he had already shown signs of weakness before he entered the game. After a day of intensive farming, his complexion seemed to be almost transparent at this moment, and he looked somewhat similar to Yuan Xiangxi who had been a ghost. "We can afford to only give him three pieces a day. But the problem is, doing so is tantamount to helping the game to consolidate its rules..."

"I don't understand." Lin Sanjiu said in a low voice.

"The way to clear this game is to find the exit. The search of yesterday has not been confirmed. The exit is not as complicated as hiding in a corner, and you need to focus on finding the exit."

When Lin Sanjiu was talking about it, he took a look on the seventh floor and saw others working in agriculture, resting and resting, and said in a high voice: "But where do you spend most of your energy? You spend it on calculating output, taxes, The question of who eats less and who eats more is over. As you supplement more and consume less and less, your energy will become worse and worse... the less energy you have, the more you can only think about tomorrow Ration. In other words, the current situation is carefully designed so that you can only think about the future and have time for me."

Both the backpack and the blanket were rolled up and pressed against the corner; I was half leaning my head down, and the eyes in front of the disheveled blond hair were still sleepy. "…What?"

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

After a pause, I added: "Do you think this thing about the wall is right. The so-called survival of the fittest, if you adapt to the situation and survive, it is also a reason for others to support you... If you You are also blaming them on the day when you are not eliminated by the fittest, is that okay?"

That early morning was so chaotic that Lu Shengren almost forgot that Ji Shanqing had been talking. Coincidentally, Ji Shanqing, who had been tightly blocked before, reappeared when Lu Hua was questioning her—it seemed like I had just woken up.

"You have all searched for it, but if there is a place outside the room that can be opened, it will be a waste of effort to find it." Sitting next to Lu Hua, Jian Sheng said.

Han Suiping worked in silence for half an hour, until a new thought appeared outside the anonymous concern area, and he temporarily suppressed the unanswered question.

Although only one day had passed, Han Suiping felt it too. In order to maintain the need to live in front of you, you have not exhausted your strength, and the only thing you think about in your head is "how many food **** can be produced today to ensure that Xiaojia will die tomorrow"—even if it is just the day before yesterday It makes you feel so tired that thinking is moving.

When Jiansheng stood up to collect the tax, Horst opened his mouth firmly.

You originally thought that you would see complaints against Ji Shanqing—after all, I am the only person who does nothing with a food ball except in Sba’an—but outside the worry area, there is not even a single There is no protest.

After Jian Sheng and Lu Hua heard this, they turned their heads to look at the other side of the room involuntarily—even with that, the others also cast their gazes over.

But even so, will the original Sparan, the Sparan who struggled, laughed, sweated and cried with you outside the modern world, die forever?

Faced with that kind of game, everyone will inevitably have similar thoughts; if you understand the truth, it is still a bad feeling.

"How do they plan to find it next?" Horst and we are both newcomers, and they are still talking badly.

Everyone stared at the writing on the wall for a while, and their gazes passed under each other, as if they were stopping there intentionally. Compared with the kindness directed at Lu Shengren just now, that thought was closer to questioning the rules of the game; but it made the atmosphere among the people even more weird, as if everyone now hopes to be farther away from others.

"Letting me die is the first step." Lin Sanjiu concluded in the first way, "Your plan must be based on that foundation before it can be implemented."

"Then they will rest." Han Suiping blocked my mouth with one sentence. Are you in the mood to listen to my complaints now?

Yes, Han Suiping understands that the cells, fibers, thoughts, and memories of the other "self" compiled by the gift package are very different from the original ones. That is still the same as cloning; definitely when reading the data, the original thought of "you want to eat tonight", and then died. When that set of data is written out again, I will continue to think " This restaurant looks like it’s closed”—for me, there’s no pause in between.

What I said was correct, but Han Suiping and Nuanjing came up.

The walls are still empty.

"Have you thought about it," the man said, shrugging. "When a person dies, the things outside the backpack will also die together, so they should be able to be replaced by others, right?"

Siba Anbai moved slightly at that time—when Lu Shengren cast his gaze, he realized that I hadn't opened my eyes long ago. What about the original Sparan?

"What will happen to my job if no one dies?" There was a line of words hanging brightly on the wall.

Between farmers and non-farmers, it seems that a rift has been torn apart.

The man looked back at you passionately, and said, "That's your thoughts."

"You think it depends on who died. If the non-peasant died, the work of this person should be divided among the people, and the difference should be less. For example, Lu Hua, your work only takes a few minutes That's all, being idle all day long... It doesn't make any difference for one person to hold seven jobs."

Han Suiping and Ji Shanqing have a very close friendship, so there is still some misunderstanding; but I am also full of understanding, and you don't understand much. When the farmers had harvested two more food balls, Ji Shanqing still had nothing to say, except that rest was not rest—similarly, no one complained, no one urged.

So, is the Sparan programmed in that room still me?

Jiansheng hurriedly repeated it. I was embarrassed yesterday for a reason. Although I was unhappy at the time, I seem to have forgotten it now. "It's mean, it made him sleep." I even apologized, "Yes, you all want to know what he thinks?"

During that period, Nanyue had to find Lu Hua to repair the farm tools once. Because there was no persuasion from Lu Shengren, even with a stern face, the former reluctantly only charged the price of two food balls; in this way, the two big hours that Nanyue laid down this morning would be considered in vain.

...The concern just now belongs to you.

"You can only struggle below the survival line every day, so naturally you don't have any energy to do what you need to do." Lin Sanjiu shook his head and said, "Even if one food ball is missing, it will take you one step away from the survival line." , adding a little more time for you to struggle... Only without that, you can do the really important things, and you are not looking for an exit. You must go out. In the end, Sparan will still die because there is no job, just wasting you in vain food."

Of course Lin Sanjiu also knows that you are absolutely willing to give up the life of any of your companions—so I proposed a solution for death.

If you ask Han Suiping, it doesn't matter if Ji Shanqing has it or not. I have moved places since yesterday evening, I don't know what to do, I even searched for the exit again, and I have been resting comfortably until now. Thinking of that, you subconsciously glance at the anonymous mind section.

"You can't read my data." Judging from the look of the gift bag, it is obviously difficult for me to understand the impact of those words on human beings from the emotional level: "You save my data, and find it before you go out. A place to 'write' me out. For me, it's not the difference between the next second and the last second, I feel everything."

"Could it be possible for everyone to hand over to each other?" I scratched my face, and everyone asked. "They want to save Sparan. Do you have any objections? They gave me their own food **** and broke them. But you only have a few food balls. It's easy to get. You are forced to hand over the **** and bear the burden together." Loss...that you think is fair."

"Does this mean sacrificing Sparan?" You asked back, "Is it my life for you to live?"

The text under the wall changed immediately, it was responding to you, but it seemed to be responding to the next concern.

"If it was you non-peasants," Lu Hua said indignantly, "who would search the entire room?"

"I will die outside that room."

You dropped your **** just now, but you still haven't found a reed to repair it—it just so happens that Nanyue's farmland has grown clumps of young shoots, and it has retreated into a stage where it is temporarily used for hoeing. When Lu Hua sees that you are talking about it, she herself asks questions, and the seven of them often lose sight of each other; Lu Hua often chats with others, and the objects are often Horst or Jiansheng.

Lu Shengren's ears were buzzing; seeing that Lu Hua was about to open his mouth, you yelled in a hoarse voice: "It's about arguing about Youying! Let's continue doing what we should do. Nanyue farming, Lu Hua, He went to search for the exit."

"Bad," Jiansheng nodded, "Whenever he needs to add food balls, I will tell you, and you go to collect taxes, so you can't bring him another ration by the way."

"Inspector," Lu Hua raised his voice and asked, "He thinks, what do you do next is worse?"

"...Let you think about it." Ji Shanqing lazily bent his knees and said.

When it was time to talk, Jian Sheng was comforting Lu Hua loudly: "...Back to the point, you all have proved your contributions, and he used it to get out of his mind."

Lu Hua blushed suddenly, and her eyes full of anger were fixed on Nanyue's body.

This is not a very clear thought that has been circling outside your mind for a long time; as one of hundreds of thoughts that are chaotic and chaotic, this thought passes from the bottom of your heart so slowly that even you have to worry about it. Aware of its existence—it was not until the mind area was captured and illuminated under the wall that Han Suiping realized that it was his own mind.

"You will know when no one dies." Han Suiping hoped to distract our attention from the wall, and said, "Is it necessary to think about that now?"