The Clawson Show Studio, hosted by two mentors, is pointing the camera at the trainees of the Ulu People's Entertainment, and the bullet screen is filled with joy.
The drama in charge of global surveillance in the background suddenly stunned: “Coordinates (4, 6) area, why is the camera broken? ”
Someone pressed the system self-test button: "It was shot down and the caliber was to strengthen Battley's aim. Probably a moth flying shot, players didn't notice. Did you insure the camera? ”
The playboy immediately replied: "I bought it! It's just... I burned a few shots in the last round, this time it's estimated to be troublesome... and the lost player image...”
The drama team leader waved: “If you lose it, you lose it. Take good pictures of the people's entertainment. Before they came in, they stuffed us with money. This live broadcast, be sure to give us half an hour of footage!! ”
“Hey, good!” The little theater rushed to stop exploring the cameras being targeted.
Coordinates (4, 6) area.
Witch Jane looked silly at the sniper/shooter/rifle/gun in her arms that clearly did not belong to her, and her memories flourished.
First the colorful butterfly, then the thin fire propagation with the selfie pole, then follow the boss, exaggerate the look of the boss...
Sniping/sniping/shooting when a sound falls to the ground.
Sorceress, panicking and picking up, looked tranced and wiped the gun back to the boss... acting like a rabbit genie who had stolen a radish and been caught.
In the gloomy jungle, the man took over skillfully and couldn't see the emotions in his squinted eyes.
Witch Jane hastily argued: "Brother! Me, I think something went wrong! ”
Witch's brain was chaotic, if he was the kind of little machine that would move a hair strand, at this time Jomo had the whole hair strand card, how could it not be screwed, all the parts were pitifully crowded together.
The Big Brother brought himself here and then it happened... what happened... Witch Jane's expression was vague and obviously hasn't eased from the aftermath.
The space behind the bunker was not large, and Witch Jane was caged in the shadow of the guard. At this time, it took hard work to justify: "It's a butterfly! Copy tip is hallucinating! I didn't notice at first...”
Wesley raised his eyebrows and slowly said, "Remember what you just did? ”
Witch Jane shook her head.
Defense: “Keep your head down. ”
Witch Jane's amber eyes swept slowly and slowly down, and she was seeing the game map on her knees - the one with the lyrics on the back.
Butterflies at gunpoint, red tomatoes.
Witch Jane: “!!! ”
The paper was clearly his own handwriting, and the lyrics were miserable. And yet the most creepy thing about him is that the instant he sees a song almost comes out of his mouth, like he sang it many times.
Witch Jane: "Me, me, me. I'm not -- I'm not ——”
The guardian, um, sounded.
Just as Witch Jane barely relieved herself, the boss suddenly opened his mouth and swept his anti-tank/tank/gun.
“The guitar plays well. ”
“…” Witch Jane: “!!! ”
At this point, a "ding-dong” prompts the sound and the four doors of the copy open simultaneously. The shady cold wind swept through the corridor.
Witch Jane suddenly reacted and stood up.
He is also on the second knockout field.
The room at the moment is a grid coordinates on the field, and there is only one map of "Status 14” on hand, and there is not enough information to decipher the rules.
Caesar was also locked up in copies a few miles away, and he had to make up for the lost time of his teammates...
The watch shows that there are only 166 survivors left, and the live broadcast ends in more than a dozen hours, and the final condition of survival is necessarily related to the rules.
The cold wind finally awakened the nerves paralyzed by toxins, and the witch just felt her headache crack, shaking uncontrollably as she stood up--
The palm of the cocoon suddenly held him on his shoulder.
The man instantly paved the ground with a strong aggressive atmosphere, his sleeve arms warm, the witch who was about to fall on the ground firmly pressed, his eyes flashed as he bowed his head.
Little Rabbit Pokémon smashed into the bodyguard and stuck his head up.
Witch Jane's gaze finally focused on her face as she guarded, with minor cramps in her brain. Neurotoxins inhibit the originally active mind, and the senses are amplified at this time.
The guard was very close to him, and the five men with sharp angles were cut like knives, and the vast majority were more overwhelmed by the shadows. The closer you get, the more you can smell the blood on the guard, not only on the prey, but also on his bones - like a fierce beast, looking at him in the dark light.
For a moment, Witch Jane even thought she was a moth on a birch tree.
The same prey that was locked up by the big man.
The intuition of the little animal suddenly woke up, and the witch reflexed and stood up: “Brother -”
“Neurotoxin sequelae.” The guard had no expression on his face and his arms whispered silently.
When he saw the rabbit standing still, he said, “The sequelae lasted three days. If you want to leave, there are copies to the south two units that can get you out. ”
Witch Jane shook her head quickly: "I… I'm going to continue. ”
The guard shouted, “But I won't be with you. ”
Witch Jane suddenly took a beating.
Only Caesar, Zoe and Wenlin were his teammates in this game. Guardian is also his opponent.
In the dim light, the teenager, slightly weak due to the after-effects, nodded, pulled himself out, scared to put the old man in trouble: “Okay, thank you! ”
The guard picked the eyebrows and watched as Witch Jane quickly bent over to pack her supplies, carefully picking up the only map.
When the left arm is lowered, the man's fingers are slightly fluttered.
On the other side of the bunker, there are two shots at guard, a machine/gun, and a bunch of maps with different logos.
The Guardian has no doubt that as long as Witch Jane gets another map from him and gives it enough time, she can solve the rules of the entire arena.
However, Witch Jane simply swept her eyes away in panic.
It's a race, he's got to stick to the bottom line.
Witch Jane regained her material, because the sequelae eroded the nerve endings and couldn't stop breathing. She waved to the guard as she walked: "Goodbye, brother! ”
The guard nodded, his gaze sinking and suddenly said: "Come here. ”
When the witch's eyes lit up, she stood in front of her brother and opened her eyes in surprise.
Little curly hair... rubbed.
Same way as Big Brother Rabbit.
When Witch Jane looked at the guard blindly, the other party's expression was as usual, as if it had just been her own illusion.
Wencheng never had any emotions on his face. For a moment, he revealed a satisfying look, and the next second he hid in the shadow of the backlight: “Nice singing, come on. ”
Witch Jane blushed instantly: “I... I actually...”
The guard waved his hand and grabbed the machine gun and turned around.
Witch Jane stared at the direction of his disappearance for a while before quickly lifting her gun and entering the corridor in the opposite direction.
Upon their departure, copies of the birch forest scene were arranged to close rapidly as they slowly descended due to the hoistway mechanism.
Witch Jane marked the map and opened the door at the end of the corridor.
Ten minutes later, he rolled out of the door with leaves wrapped around him, and was incredibly fortunate that the neurotoxin paralyzed his senses - the scene in the copy was numb on the scalp even when he remembered it.
At this point, there are only 7 units left in the middle of the map, and the witch crashed into the safety zone as she stroked forward again. However, even when his strength was exhausted, he did not immediately take a close break, but quickly took out the map calculation.
The field is variable, the map is stationary - if there is a pattern, each frame is necessarily a prerequisite for evolving the next frame.
Currently not many conditions are known, and Witch Jane quickly spreads inference information on paper.
The room presents vertical motion, and from the mechanical echo, the ladder shaft is not too deep - that is, the key to controlling change in the field is not related to altitude, and the entire maze has only X and Y dimensions.
Witch Jane endured the pain in her head, and the tip of her pen quickly cut off the huge cubic stadium envisaged in the draft, leaving only one plane.
When the replica rises, it connects to the corridor, and when it sinks, it becomes a safety zone, corresponding to the pattern in the map and two blank signs - meaning that only two states exist in each separate stairwell.
Witch Jane set out to look at the map, and what came back to mind was that unknown “social psychology”.
“We are individuals of life… If we do not have friends, we disappear into solitude. If space is too narrow, we will disappear into congestion...”
He grabbed the tip of his pen and suddenly trembled.
Countless pieces of information burst into your mind, your gaze slightly darkened by the toxin invasion, and the grid on the map looks like life, rapidly aggregating, dividing, and reproducing in your gaze ——
Zoe used to think that "life” in the prompt referred to a team member, but there were still no trigger rules after the squad.
If “life” doesn't mean athlete--
There is only one other creature left on the field.
Lepidoptera!
“Ding-dong," the tone sounded in silence, urging Witchcraft to move on to the next copy. Instead, he held up the map and his amber eyes sparkled in darkness.
So loneliness, congestion, reproduction, death, the counterpart is ——
The pen tip sand sounded, and Witch Jane almost took out the speed of the college entrance examination writing, quickly verifying on the side of the map.
Model —— yes!
Parameters ——
Known conditions were far from extrapolating the parameters, and all he could solve was the state of the two directions around him. Seeing the hallway close, Witch Jane did not hesitate to send the map out.
It is now extremely close to the center of the arena, and the difficulty of making copies increases dramatically.
One hundred percent of the two directions derived are safe zones, but no more information can be given to Witchcraft.
The other two unknown rooms could be S-level replicas or an irreversible stalemate--
Witch Jane opened her eyes again and made her choice.
Morning smell, evening death is enough.
He lifted his gun and rushed in an unknown direction.
The door at the end of the hallway emitted a strange blue light, and Witch Jane picked up the prompt envelope.
“Bright and clear."
Slightly pause your fingertips on the door handle, then pull the decision--
In thin, cold air, the wings are as thin as clear butterflies dancing on the glacier.
What did Jane Witch think of?
Transparent.
The grid in the middle of the map, with a gray white background, represents a transparent layer in the industrial design - that is, the only special grid in the arena, most likely transparent with a full view.
Witch Jane was almost excited to jump up and couldn't help but immediately hit a blood path to the center of the map to complete the final model inference.
However, at this point, the gunshot sounded abruptly.
Witch Jane faintly slipped away and rolled over. He's not the only one in the copy right now!
The laser red dot that the sniper was aiming at quickly pointed back at his neck, and the witch's heart turned sharply, if the gun itself had no chance of winning, but if ——
On the side of the glacier, Witch Jane quickly pulled the map out of her pocket and raised it.
Shots were fired across the street, and two people seemed to whisper, saying: "The map stays, people can go. ”
Witch Jane choked and looked forward.
Two tall trainers saw him without a gun and walked out the back of the bunker.
Zhoma entertainment, the top ten of the Clawson show, has so far won three seats in the house.
Witch Jane quickly and memorably matched, as an A-level practitioner, and nodded in the classroom as well -
Witch Jane Ganbaba said, “The door is closed, you can't walk. ”
The other two renegotiated and came to a half-day conclusion: "Why don't we leave the map and we'll execute you? ”
"" … "
One of the practitioners who looked honest immediately apologized: “Sorry, that, we're not, you're useless to keep...”
Sniper/sniper/gun again, witch pupil shrinking.
The other party finally sent an apologetic smile, did not hesitate to pull the trigger, the bullet flew out in a fierce curve, reflecting the murderous shadow in the pupils of the three!
Thanks for the grenade.
Thank you Peach Peach x8, Pickled Vegetable Vegetable Vegetable x2, You Calm Down x2, Sylvin x2, 28804794x2, Deer Deer Deer Walking in the Cold Wind, Blue h, More, Paper Tartare, leonee, Natsume's Meishen, Drunken Fishing Evening, Maple Leaf, Southern Phantom Free, Wave Sophisticated (* ^ ^ ^ *) Mine
Sharpen Knife Ho Ho to the Witch!! Strong hands out for nothing. Ha ha! Push the little witch over the glacier and rub it hard - don't aim at me, you lying bastard!
Don't wait for the second one. The second one's out. The cats are probably asleep!