234 God's Descent (II)
◎Please win◎
The God's Descent mission is located in the contaminated area 103. Participants are from the main force cleaning center, including demon hunters, cleaners, investigators, technicians and other staff.
Civilian wild demon hunters, registered sixth-class citizens who chose to stay behind, auxiliary support for the rebels in other areas, and civilians from other districts who came to support.
Including logistics and general support, a total of 62,904 people, the shelters have accommodated a total of about 40,000 civilians. Civilians who have not entered the shelters cannot be counted.
If this were a game, the location would be the entire District 103, with more than 100,000 people participating in the game. This is the current total strength of District 103.
The combatants have pollution detection concentration meters on their bodies. The current pollution concentration is 320% and is still rising.
The A-level procedure has triggering conditions and ten detection points, requiring all of them to meet the required concentrations. The Divine Kingdom is after contaminated spores, and the entire region must be infected before the harvest can begin.
The cold data was rising, and they felt their heartbeats soaring with it.
The huge amount of pollutants underground seemed to be wriggling under everyone's feet, making crazy noises.
Before they even saw the real one, some demon hunters couldn't bear it and had to take strong healing potions, and their companions had already suffered a mental breakdown.
In order to quickly find the source of the pollution, they created a God's Descent clue analysis channel and required the sharing of all clues. Prometheus did not protect their signals, and their current communication was supported by a few technicians, and they did not know when it would collapse.
[Hello! What's going on?] A question came from the public channel, the voice was trembling, as if it had seen something horrible.
【How are you? 】
【He's dead, don't worry about him anymore.】
Another person said: [Continue patrolling and uploading unusual content.]
The person in charge of controlling the patrol machine uploaded a photo. There was a dead person in the photo. He might be a homeless person nearby who had no chance to enter the anti-pollution fortress and no home of his own. He usually slept in the garbage dump.
When the end of the world came, the homeless man painted a few big words on the wall with red paint: Go to hell.
Then he leaned against the wall, waiting for death to come with a sneer. He looked straight at the sky, as if he wanted to fight against it. He had been poor and destitute all his life, never enjoyed happiness, but had suffered a lot. He was not afraid of death or doomsday, but wanted to see what the so-called doomsday would be like.
There were several wine bottles rolling around the homeless man's feet, and a few Black Dream packaging shells were scattered around. He drank too much alcohol and took too many hallucinogenic substances. Normally, such a person would not feel fear, but he was no different from others.
When death truly comes, when you truly see the incomprehensible giant, there is only one feeling: terror.
Human beings' most primitive instincts will burst out, their heartbeats will accelerate, their blood will rush, their scalp will tingle, and they will want to escape immediately.
No one knows what the homeless man looked like when he was alive or what he had encountered. According to the photos sent back, he was kneeling on the ground with his hands stretched forward, extending his arms like a zombie.
His head twisted 180 degrees, blood soaked his tattered cotton coat, and spread out at his feet. This was the last color he left to the world, blood red.
There were a few big bloody words on the wall behind him: Go to hell!
The line of words he wrote by hand looked like some kind of graffiti art, and also seemed to hint at the end of this doomsday.
This is not an isolated case. There are many similar deaths. Fifteen people died in the same way under the West District Overpass. They knelt in a row and piled up under the highway, like a row of orderly rice.
The heads of the deceased were all twisted behind them, which looked extremely terrifying at first glance. It was so neat and clearly told you what kind of terrifying force suddenly twisted them, which was simply not something an ordinary person could resist.
[Continue patrolling, keep in sync.] The patrolmen suppressed their inner terror. They were responsible for searching for clues, but there were not enough clues.
Three people found dead on Seventh Avenue in the West District
[The technician died suddenly three minutes ago.]
[All members of the E00081 logistics unit were killed.]
【……】
Every death report sounds different because every investigator responsible for discovering clues is different.
Their voices intertwined in the channel like lines, and death never stopped, it continued.
More videos and photos were uploaded. Some people had low mental levels and were prohibited from viewing the public clue channel at the captain's request.
Many people have not yet experienced terror and are instead contaminated in the process of analyzing clues.
The number of people online in the clue disclosure channel is getting smaller and smaller, but those with high spirits are still online, and Zhu Ning has been receiving information in the channel.
Photos of the deceased came in like snowflakes. She had data analysis skills and could review and analyze them faster, but at this moment she was overwhelmed by the tide of death information.
Zhu Ning tried to make sense of these deaths, attempting to prove that all deaths were meaningful. Whether civilians or soldiers, their deaths were not in vain, but rather left instructions for future generations.
What does it mean when the system says to terminate the game?
What is the logic behind this polluted area? Once a polluted area is formed, there must be a pattern.
The voices of other analysts were heard on the channel, "Many people's heads have been twisted."
The analyst's voice was shaking, still methodically thinking, as he asked, "Why? Is there a pattern?"
"Some people's hands are very strange, not like what a normal person can do."
In the photo, the person's arms are turned behind the back, the head is rotated 180 degrees, and the legs are intertwined like a DNA sequence.
Twisted, weird, bloody and without any rhyme or reason.
Zhu Ning's heart skipped a beat and he said, "Game."
The system gave her a prompt, interrupting the game, this is a game.
"What game?" the analyst asked immediately.
Zhu Ning looked at the bloody photos, the countless deaths, and realized that these scenes looked familiar. Have you ever observed children playing games?
A child sits on the floor, toys scattered around him: little monsters, dolls, and pretend puppets that can be used to pretend to be a family of three.
The child grabbed a doll, twisted its head 180 degrees, pulled off the doll's arms and head, and threw them aside casually.
From a child's perspective, there is no problem with this because the child has no concept and the toy will not cry out in pain.
No parent who observes this will make a big deal out of it and think that their child’s physical and mental development is unhealthy.
But if you look at it from another angle, from the weird perspective of an adult, it looks like a blood baptism. The child is the king of his world and he can do whatever he wants with his toys.
This is a game of evil children. God has awakened like an evil child, and the people in Area 103 are God's toys.
He tore off people's arms at will, tied their legs into knots, ripped open their heads, and pulled out a long string of vertebrae.
Blood was spilling everywhere, wails of pain were heard, and desperate terror spread, but He only found it amusing.
The analyst immediately asked, “Is there a pattern?”
The logic has been found, and the pattern may be found soon. As long as there is a pattern, there is the possibility of victory.
The notifications continued to ring in the channel, but Zhu Ning was speechless.
Zhu Ning's lips trembled as he firmly stated his answer: "...No."
No, children's games have no rules, just like the flower man outside the wall. When people pick flowers, you can say there are rules or you can say there are no rules.
The last time they escaped from the flower man, the trick was to pretend to be plants. The more similar they were, the easier it was to reduce the death rate.
But that time the flower picker left on his own, and picking flowers was an impromptu act that usually didn't last too long.
Children play games as they please. They will not let you off just because you act more like a toy. Killings are extremely random.
Humanity's only hope is... to wait until He tires of playing, until He grows exhausted, bored, and perhaps loses interest. But He may never tire of playing, and no one knows how long this game will last.
This is the real world outside the wall. The pollution outside the wall is also so desperate. Although you can find the logic quickly, you have no chance of resisting.
This battle couldn't be won by sheer wit. Ants couldn't possibly outsmart humans. They weren't even on the same level, incapable of even using so-called techniques or exploiting laws.
[A deceased person was found at the intersection of Baohua 3rd Street…] The channel was still reporting clues, and the investigators responsible for collecting clues were passing on the information at the cost of their lives.
The analysts fell into collective silence. How could they say this? This was a meaningless and hopeless struggle. Should they just give up immediately?
Someone always has to be notified of bad news. Zhu Ning clicked on the notification window to make the announcement. She wanted to try her best to calm herself down and not spread the panic, but this news was bound to bring panic.
"The logic of the polluted area is like a game played by evil children. There are no rules, no paths for resistance, and no valid information on the pollution source."
Zhu Ning paused before continuing, "Plan A is impossible to execute. It has been confirmed to have failed."
Bang--!
Five large lights were originally lit on the top floor of the cleaning center to prevent communications from being contaminated and ensure that the combatants could see them no matter where they were.
Now the first light had gone out, and wherever they were on their mission, they looked up at the extinguished light and realized clearly that the first plan had failed.
…
The first district is called the Kingdom of God.
Despair spread within Area 103, but not a single bit of it was transmitted to the Kingdom of God.
The Kingdom of God was also paying attention to this battle. They were equally serious, but it was like watching a sporting event.
Prometheus transmitted the signal to the Kingdom of God, and the large screen inside the federal government was broadcast in real time. Several aristocratic families also received the information.
Some people in the Federation held a meeting. They established different models based on different data. A garbage city sent very valuable first-hand information on the eve of its destruction, and there is huge room for development.
They sat at the highest point, watching the two sides fight each other. No matter what the outcome was, it was useful and might foreshadow the different directions that humanity would take in the future.
They are as busy as stock analysts, running around inside and outside.
A lot of people were gathered around a huge round table. The person sitting in the main seat had an indifferent look on his face. There were many people attending the meeting, and the Huo and Lu families were just one of them.
The person attending the meeting was Huo Jinsheng, the head of the Huo family, who was frowning. Her most promising younger generation was still trapped in District 103. Huo Wenxi had made a choice that was completely contrary to the family's interests. Huo Jinsheng could only watch her leave, like watching a bird that had grown up and left the nest.
There was a lot of noise at the conference table. Some people looked crazy, as if they were at a gambling table, chattering incessantly for the sake of profit. An invisible and bloodless "war" was breaking out here.
The eldest daughter of the Lu family, Liu Niannian, or more accurately Lu Yuan, was sitting next to Lu Yao. Because of the last consciousness cloud incident, she had killed someone and her hands were stained with blood, and she was proven to be a qualified member of the Lu family.
She gained the right to participate in the meeting, although so far she was just a decoration beside her brother and the only thing she needed to do was smile.
She looked at the big screen with worry. Zhu Ning was in Area 103. She had invited Zhu Ning to the Kingdom of God before but was rejected.
Now, the next time she received news from Zhu Ning, it was in this kind of situation. She sat upright, her hands naturally placed on her knees, but her heart was beating wildly.
She didn't want to receive the news of Zhu Ning's death.
Lu Yao was rarely excited. He loosened his tie and put his arm around Liu Niannian's shoulders. His beautiful sister looked even more beautiful with a sad face.
Lu Yuan possesses natural beauty, the pinnacle of human genes, a masterpiece of nature, completely different from the "items" they create. Lu Yao can feel that at this moment someone is looking back at Lu Yuan, and his sister is the most eye-catching existence.
Lu Yao asked: "Niannian, are you unhappy?"
Liu Niannian knew that Lu Yao was reminding her not to look sour, so she forced a smile to prove that she was fine, but she was almost unable to continue smiling.
Lu Yao pressed his lips against her ear. Liu Niannian couldn't break free and could only hear his low voice, "Don't be afraid. We've both placed bets."
The Lu family is at the forefront of the tide of the times. No matter what the outcome, they are bound to win.
Liu Niannian suppressed the urge to escape and looked around. Everyone was calculating and had an ugly face.
Like betting at a racetrack, they each chose the best stock based on their own interests. For the Kingdom of God, the end of District 103 was a grand entertainment show.
Liu Niannian sat there, thinking about her only friend. Although they had not been together for a few days, Liu Niannian placed all her bets on Zhu Ning.
It has nothing to do with any interests, it is just to keep the light in Zhu Ning from going out. That is what Liu Niannian loves and admires the most, always struggling, always resisting, and always free.
Please win.
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