Chapter 025 Anchor Simulator

The door behind Ji Xu rang. The knocks rang every two seconds, and after five knocks, it stopped. It was a kind of stubborn pretense of not daring to disturb but still wanting to save face. He smoothed the creases unmoved, the cactus that had turned into a ball hanging on his body swaying. He leaned over to check the camera in the room, turned around and said, "Come in."

The audience who were enjoying the "small team that was cheated challenged to fight against second-hand robots" were confused to find that the live broadcast had changed the channel.

The camera was hung somewhere, but it suddenly rose and turned around. The surrounding environment flashed by, and the high-quality stabilizer made the lens shake slightly for only a few seconds before falling on the door that was slowly pushed open.

I don't know when this scumbag 123 dressed up. He no longer looked as disheveled as he was when he was running for his life a few minutes ago. He had thrown away his tattered suit long ago, and he seemed to have used water instead of hairspray to smooth his hair. If you ignore the smell of burnt gunpowder on him, 123 looked like a decent person, as if he was here to discuss business.

He was neatly dressed and raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Host, may I ask if I am the first winner of this game?"

"certainly--"

Ji Xu dragged out the words, walked around him and went to the balcony outside. The audience watched a hand wearing a black leather glove reach out from behind, fiddle with something, then lift the microphone away from the recording range, leaving a piece of black cloth falling from the top of the camera, "The first winner, contestant 123."

When the dust settled, 123's wildly beating heart turned into another kind of relaxed and joyful intensity.

Although he looked confident, after seeing what happened to Ren Xi, he was tense while speaking, for fear that he would be thrown out by the host.

The host looked up and motioned for him to come out, and the two walked from the balcony to the corridor. 123 finally managed to find the energy to recall what the room looked like just now.

Apart from a red rose, the number of furniture in the room is not as much as that in a standard room of a cheap hotel. If you say that Ji Xu is cold by nature, he grows flowers and plants; if you say that Ji Xu is full of life, he doesn't even buy a coffee table or sofa for eating and drinking.

...The host can't just sit in front of the computer and work like crazy every day.

123 asked while thinking about something else: "Can I know where the next game is?"

Ji Xu looked at him with a half-smile, "Didn't you find out what it is? A factory. Let's give up this conversation of testing each other."

"Mr. 123, you should remember my advice. The moment you become a winner, you are no longer a contestant. This means that you have lost all privileges with me."

123 remained calm: "That's thanks to your tacit consent. I can't just say I know everything when we first meet. Mr. Host—" Ji Xu was puzzled when he heard this. The nicknames he used in his mouth became more and more strange, all kinds of strange things. "If I become the first winner in all three games, can I give up the prize money and get the honor of following you?"

"……?"

Ji Xu's brain was stuck as he listened attentively.

Don't think that he won't understand the meaning of job-hopping just because you said it as a cult slogan. Are you a walking natural HR saint? Why don't you fight with Anonymous?

He refused with a firm smile.

A good anchor simulator was turned into a recruitment conference by Ji Xu. It seems that he can't fight alone next time. It's also good to have someone to give orders to. At least with a real HR, people won't find him again and again and hint at changing jobs and becoming a shareholder in the future to show their loyalty.

The two of them had not walked far when two people stumbled up the stairs. The sniper and the anonymous person climbed up with the help of others, using all four limbs, as if they were some kind of deformed species.

Ji Xu unconsciously took two steps back to avoid the scene, and the audience who witnessed this scene through the camera on his chest laughed so hard that the screen was full of laughter.

The two men fell headfirst into the corridor of the last floor, lying on the carpet, their feet still dangling halfway on the stairs. Seeing them go up the stairs, all the robots chasing behind them put away their guns and stopped, retreating silently.

Ji Xu walked up to them, lowered his head, and looked down at them: "So these two contestants are the next winners?"

"Right," Anonymous looked up and followed the shoelaces of his soft-soled shoes upwards, and saw a dangling cactus crystal ball on the soft black fabric of the cloak. "ABC said he didn't care about the prize money, and voluntarily admitted defeat, helping us lead most of the robots away."

When she said this, she turned her head and glanced at 123, as if she was thinking about something, with a frighteningly gloomy expression.

123 had a smile on his face. As he reached out to pull the two up, he whispered, "Madam, please stop looking at me. We still have a third game in the future, and the host probably doesn't want to see any contestants unable to participate in the show."

Anonymous got up with the force and threatened him in a low voice in his ear: "Same here, don't think you can please the host by showing off your peacock style. We will settle the matter after the show is over."

The sniper simply ignored his help and stood up by himself. His cold eyes swept across 123's heart and forehead, then he glanced covertly at Ji Xu who was waiting in the distance, and lowered his eyelids.

In fact, I can completely hear the conversation from the headset: "..."

What's wrong with you contestants? You didn't look like this at the beginning.

The three winners and the elimination system have been decided, the live broadcast has come to an end, and the robot is powered off and put on standby under the operation of Jixu. Five minutes later, ABC, covered in bruises, walks up, with difficulty and shaky steps, as if he will faint at any time.

Suddenly, abc subconsciously raised his hand to catch something, and looked along the parabola at the host standing high on the stairs.

Many shadows appeared near the black figure. He shook his head and managed to gather some consciousness to understand the gentle reminder: "Adrenaline will prolong the anesthesia time. It is a reliever."

Adrenaline can constrict blood vessels, which can slow down the absorption of drugs in the blood, but it will prolong the anesthesia time. Some minor surgeries will add adrenaline to adjust the local anesthesia time.

abc silently lifted up his sleeves and hit his arms.

He sat on the steps, thinking about his short life of mental disability, and felt the mush in his brain gradually disappear. Anonymous and the sniper looked back and saw the host cut off the live camera and threw it out of the window.

… Such expensive equipment, so much money.

She was so poor that her heart ached. She couldn't bear to watch any longer and quickly asked what she wanted to know: "Can we know the address of the next game?"

"No," the host raised a finger. His face was covered with a pure white arc-shaped mask. His expression was unknown, and his voice was filled with disapproval. "The game is over. I will not answer any questions about the program. You have to find them on your own."

123 wanted to reach out to touch the headset again, but he controlled himself. He faced the inquiring looks of others with a hypocritical smile.

"Don't look at me." 123 shrugged and stole a glance at the host. He kindly gave a hint, "Wait until you find the device to contact the host outside the venue."

"However," Ji Xu added, "you can decide the time."

123 showed a surprised expression, and abc, who was thinking about life, turned around and looked around. Even after he left, he did not forget to inquire about the latest news.

What is this Stockholm? In just two shows, have you been polished into a contestant?

Seeing that they had different thoughts, Ji Xu added slowly, "The voting ends tonight."

...Good question, where to vote?

Now it's all right. Before, we couldn't find the device 123 mentioned, so we couldn't get the address in advance. Now we can't even control the time. 123 was the least injured among them. If he proposed to play the game tomorrow, and let the two of them play with sore muscles and injuries, they would definitely be doomed.

Anonymous's thoughts kept slipping away, and if nothing worked, he would just put him in a sack in the middle of the night.

Ji Xu also had good news: "I once said that there were three winners. Congratulations, you are the winners. The next game is just to determine the rankings. You can give up."

The sniper asked, "What if everyone abstains?"

"Then we'll rank them according to their previous performances," Ji Xu looked at the sniper and said, "I remember you. You scored 12 in the first game, which is higher than everyone else. If all the players give up, you will be the first...but is that possible?"

impossible.

Unconsciously, the real prize has long deviated from its essence. 123's words of sowing discord are correct. They are gradually becoming a kind of alternative believers, constantly moving towards the top in the struggle, trying to get the attention of the host.

The group of people with full of thoughts were taken away by the vehicle. The glass cover slowly closed, and the sun outside turned from early morning to noon. The host seemed to have taken off his mask again. A black shadow with an unclear face sat in front of the balcony, watering the flowerpots with a casual and leisurely movement.

The sniper, who had exchanged contact information with her, winked at her before leaving. Anonymous seemed to notice something and opened her phone. About half an hour later, a message came to her mailbox, "Do you know where Ren Xi is? She might be able to guess what the device refers to."

"You can try." She replied firmly, "If it doesn't work, let ABC give him a beating. He has withdrawn and is not considered a contestant. The host will not take care of personal grudges."

Ren Xi, who was being discussed by them, naturally didn't know what happened after the live broadcast was shut down.

She lay on the hospital bed, antibiotics dripping from the IV drip. The conversation with the host made her more confused. Her thoughts gradually drifted away, but were suddenly pulled back by the key words that flowed into her ears.

A doctor passing by said, "...Why are you looking for...the host...Ren Xi?"

She pulled out the bleeding needle and walked quietly to the door. The doctor seemed to be on the phone, and only one sentence out of three was about serious matters. So he simply did not leave, pacing around unconsciously, and lowering his voice when passing by the ward door, trying not to disturb the patient.

The doctor didn't know that the patient was a veteran and heard the conversation clearly. Ren Xi eavesdropped for a long time before concluding that someone hoped that all major hospitals would share what they had and asked Ren Xi, who was recovering somewhere, if she could come out and help.

Unfortunately, the host did a very good job of keeping the secret, and the hospital didn’t know that the Ren Xi lying in bed every day checking posts and watching live broadcast replays was actually him.

Ren Xi was full of questions.

No, what do these contestants want from her?