I looked back and there was an argument. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info a male high school student who had been snubbed before was glaring at a man in a tracksuit. I know this man, he is the same person who stared at me before. However, I remember that he didn't seem to want to be led by a doctor, but he didn't seem to be approached by the man in black. Why did the two of them clash with each other?

"What qualifications do you have to listen to the rules of this trial?" The male high school student said with a look of disdain.

"I just stood here and naturally heard it." The man in the tracksuit said, "If you don't want to be heard, then keep your voice down." ”

"That's our business!" The high school boy said, "You should stand in the corner, like those people!" ”

We looked in the direction the male high school student was pointing, and we saw the man in black sitting by the wall with a bored face, and there were several people around him. They seem indifferent to all the actions on the doctor's side. But the man in the tracksuit broke away from them, and he blended into the crowd led by the doctor, trying to listen to the rules. I don't think it's a problem for him to listen, and maybe he thinks the same way for the high school boy himself - but the high school boy was angry and left out in the cold, and now he needs to find a place to vent.

"Why do you care where I stand?"

"You have to be ashamed too." The male high school student angrily rebuked, "Since you have refused the doctor, then you should refuse all the benefits that go with it." ”

The words of the male high school student caused people to whisper. A considerable number of people thought that what he said made a lot of sense, and the male high school students felt that they had gained public support, and their voices became louder.

"I couldn't help it before, so please stay away from us now."

"That's too domineering, isn't it?" The man in the sportswear said coldly, "Because there are so many of you, do I have to stand in the corner?" I have to stand here, what can you do? ”

The male high school student pushed the man in the tracksuit to the ground. He is much taller than the guy in sportswear, so this act is a breeze for a male high school student. The high school boy felt like he was the victor and looked down condescendingly at the man in tracksuit who was lying on the ground. The doctor watched from afar, but did not stop it. I found that I understood the doctor's thoughts to some extent. The contradiction between those who accept the leadership of doctors and those who are unwilling to unite is bound to grow. Instead of suppressing it, it is better to expose these contradictions first, at present, it is just two people fighting, and there will be no serious consequences.

The man in the sportswear moved, his movements were fast, and he could even be called skilled from a certain point of view. He kicked the high school student in the knee first, but he wasn't strong enough to break it. The male high school student's face was distorted, but he was still standing. But he soon regretted it, he should have lowered his body just now. The tracksuit man's second blow was the palm of his hand, and he hit the high school student in the abdomen with the root of his palm. The high school student yelled, and he took the blow alive and threw his right fist. The punch was so strong that the man in the tracksuit tried to dodge but couldn't. The fist slammed into the tracksuit man's shoulder, and both of them gasped at the same time. The high school student's phalanges hit the hard shoulder, a blow that caused the same pain to both of them.

The doctor still didn't move, and everyone looked at the two men from a distance. The girl with glasses also looked over, her face was covered with cloth, and she couldn't see her expression.

"You moth! Disgusting parasites! ”

The male high school student scolded, he was very tall, and although he didn't know much about fighting, he gradually gained the upper hand. The man in the tracksuit didn't say anything, he silently endured and inflicted pain on the high school students. His eyes were watching the movements of the high school students, like leopards on the prairie preparing to hunt an antelope. The sportswear man did not dare to continue to fight in close quarters with high school students because he was physically at a disadvantage. The sportswear man opted for nimble guerrilla warfare, and he opted for the gap attack that the male high school student made — a punch or a hard kick and then an escape.

If the sportswear man has any advantages, it must be faster to escape.

The so-called escape is an act of cowardice. If you want to run fast, you need to leave decency and self-esteem behind. That's the essence of running away. When you need to make a sharp turn, you can lower your body and use your hands as support; When you need to roll, you don't care about the new or old clothes, and you are happy to contact the ground; Of course, it is impossible to be graceful in movement, and it is impossible to be well-proportioned in footsteps - the man in sportswear does this, so he runs faster. The male high school student is provocative because he wants to regain his reputation in the crowd, and he wants to prove that he can represent other people's opinions and "punish" men in sportswear. So he naturally needs to be decent, at least neat and tidy. In a fight, you can't use the next three indiscriminate tricks of poking your eyes and plucking your ears. However, the reason why the man in the sportswear came to "eavesdrop" on the rules translated by the girl with glasses was to pass this trial and to survive. In order to survive, he gave up his dignity. From the point of view of consciousness, the sportswear man is more thorough.

The male high school student was angry. He came to realize that being watched wasn't always a good thing. The brazen behavior of the man in the tracksuit not only lowered his own style, but also made the male high school student a part of the farce. Some people in the crowd even began to look at the man in sportswear with appreciative eyes. They feel that the sportswear man, although physically disadvantaged, is indomitable. The low cheering voices stirred around, which intensified the anxiety of the male high school students. He let out an untoned roar and ran straight at the tracksuit man. The two men gradually turned from fighting each other to chasing, and they ran from the center of the hall to the corner.

Men in sportswear are ready to take advantage of the terrain, there are some corridors around the perimeter of the hall. The man in black had walked through before, and the corridors had actually just extended out of the hall, made a detour, and then back down the hall. However, this is enough for men in sportswear. He ran down the hallway, but the high school boy saw his purpose. He picked up speed, then stretched out his foot and kicked hard at the tracksuit man. The kick only grazed the back of the tracksuit man, but it was enough to throw him off balance. The man in the tracksuit slid to the ground with an eerie "pop" sound.

The man in the tracksuit struggled to get up from the white marble tiles, but could barely make it half-squat. He looked behind him with a fierce gaze, and prepared to defend himself against the attack of the high school boy. But the male high school student didn't attack, he just stood there blankly, looking at the man in sportswear. The man in the tracksuit realized that something was wrong, and at this time, the cold mechanical arm had already grabbed his shoulder.

"What!"

The metal cylinder that had been standing by the wall had somehow run to the sportswear man's side. No, that's not a simple metal cylinder. A large hole was cut in its side, and what appeared to be a cold, heavy mechanical arm came out. Its body may be some kind of robot. It should have occurred a long time ago that since there are wheels underneath the metal cylinders, they may move on their own. The male high school student screamed loudly as he saw the robotic arm effortlessly lift the man in the tracksuit. On the contrary, the man in the tracksuit himself seems to be calm, he is gritting his teeth and trying to break free. He himself seems to be serious, but judging by the bystanders, his actions are undoubtedly futile. No matter how much he struggled, the metal arm didn't even move, which made him look a little funny. But no one laughed, because everyone saw that the top of the metal cylinder had opened a big hole in a black hole.

The man in the tracksuit was stuffed inside.

Soon, the top of the metal cylinder closed again. It stood still, motionless. It emits an eerie noise from its body, reminiscent of the juicer used in the kitchen. Sometimes, the sound would stop suddenly, as if the machine was stuck in something. Soon after, however, the noise continued, accompanied by some eerie "clicks".

I felt nauseous, and my brain ached as if it had been chiseled open. I understood, I lost part of my memory, I lost my memory about a person. But I can still vividly remember that there was a person who died, disappeared, and was even digested. The murderer is a metal cylinder standing there, like the most vicious predator, standing still and resting after eating and drinking.

The male high school student let out a wail and then began to retch. But he couldn't spit out anything, only sticky saliva spilled on the white tiles. He felt that he was going to die too, that all his decency and desire for expression had vanished without a trace. The high school boy crawled to escape from the metal cylinder. The simple metal cylinder seems to feel full, and turns a blind eye to the behavior of the male high school student. This makes a male high school student crawling on the ground on his own like a clown. But everyone didn't pay any attention to him, and all eyes were focused on the metal cylinder on the wall of the hall. No one can guarantee that these monsters won't burst out to kill people.

The doctor reacted the fastest, kicking the wall hard with a step that he couldn't see as hurt, and then ran reflexively. The people around him also learned to get away from the wall, where rows of metal cylinders were parked. The doctor and the others—the onlookers, the people under the LED lights, the people standing far away by the wall—ran to the center of the hall, where there were no metal cylinders, and perhaps a little safer. But this may also be self-deception, those monsters have already surrounded the whole hall, and there is no road to the outside here, and it is the same danger everywhere. But people instinctively want to escape from the source of danger.

The man in black was not slow to react, but he was in a bad position, and there was a metal cylinder on his right hand. But the man in black didn't panic, he grabbed one of the people next to him and threw it at the metal cylinder. Very smart, he seems to have carefully observed what had just happened. The metal cylinder did not continue to attack the male high school student after "eating" the man in the tracksuit. In this way, it seems that the metal cylinder will only kill a person, or that there will be no desire to attack until it is "digested". So, the man in black only needs to "feed" the metal cylinder with one person.

The man in black ran out and hit the metal cylinder hard, but the metal cylinder didn't move. If you think about it, the man in black also punched and kicked these cylinders before, but they didn't activate it either. Or what kind of stimulus they need to kill, or some kind of mechanism. The people who were thrown out also ran to the center of the hall, and even the male high school students climbed back. When he realized that the danger seemed to be over, his face was terribly gloomy, as if he was annoyed by his actions. Seeing his ugliness, the girl in the baseball cap chuckled quietly.

The rest of the group shuddered for the next few minutes, the metal cylinders around them still motionless. Even the cylinder that had just eaten the man had retreated to the wall where he had been. The air people waited about five minutes before they were convinced that the danger had passed. A few women not far away began to sobb quietly, and I wondered if I should cry too, but I couldn't. Riko took my hand, and I shook it back tightly.

Why did things turn out like this? Why are we in the same room as killer robots? Could it be that this is a special program on some kind of TV station? Maybe the high school boy and the man in the tracksuit were specially arranged by the director, and they mixed in with us in order to create an atmosphere of horror. He wasn't really minced by the killer robot, he had already escaped through some magic trick. Now the man in the sportswear may be reading the next script while eating a custom-made half-temperature box lunch. Maybe we're actually some kind of "killing reality show" participant, and a group of big people are laughing at our panicked looks through the camera. Soon the police will organize this stupid and bloody ceremony, throw all the officiants into prison, and then drape blankets over us and tell us that it is all over.

But this is impossible, because we are air people, and it doesn't matter if we disappear. But I still can't stop fantasizing, I can't do it if I don't think about it that way, and if I don't think about it somewhere, somewhere inside me will be broken. Something must save me from this farce. I began to relocate, and I began to relocate, and I began to run away from myself. Recognize the reality, silly, there has never been a savior. In this world, the only one you can rely on is yourself.

At this time, there are only a few people who are thinking calmly, such as doctors. The doctor pushed the glasses off his face and said in a somewhat trembling voice.

"It seems like they only react to people passing through the hallway."

"I'm going through the hallway, too." The man in black said, looking unfazed.

I couldn't help but think of what he had said earlier.

-- There was no "before the trial" at all, and the trial had already begun.

When everyone naively thought that there was safety in this hall, did he foresee the danger a long time ago? Because of this, he can be so calm now. Maybe he's still laughing at us in his heart. Why didn't he remind us to be careful? However, he was not obliged to alert the people who were led by the doctors and pushed him to the ground. We won't listen to him very much either.

"You didn't have these cylinders when you passed by." The doctor shook his head after hearing the man in black, "You walked through the halls and corridors first, and then you touched a switch under the LED light, and then these metal cylinders appeared. When these metal cylinders appear, people who enter the hallway will be attacked. ”

The doctor hesitated for a moment and chose the word attack. He might have wanted to say "hunt", but it might have made the already tense spirits of the air people even more anxious. The man in black didn't care about these details, he frowned and thought carefully. While he was thinking, no one spoke anymore. Because of the danger from the outside, the two groups of airmen who had been divided were brought together, and now only the leaders of these two groups were qualified to speak. Even the girl in the baseball cap and the cowardly-looking office worker could only listen with their heads down.

"There's some truth to what you're saying, maybe these metal cylinders don't exist to reduce our numbers. Rather, it tells us that these corridors are off-limits and inaccessible places. The man in black said.

"Well, but there's a loophole in my guess." The doctor said, "If it's just the hallway, why are there so many metal cylinders in the hall?" If there were only metal cylinders in the hallway, we wouldn't have gone there. ”

"Or maybe they're just trying to kill us." The man in black said.

"It's also possible that the rules say that there will be three demons in the trial who covet people's lives." The doctor nodded, "In that case—"

The doctor stopped halfway through his sentence.

In this case, what should I do in this case! Everyone was waiting for the doctor's next idea. But the doctor's face was gloomy as if he remembered something terrible. What's going on? Is there something important that has been overlooked? If it's a matter of rules, isn't it okay to just continue to interpret the rules of the trial? I was halfway through the reading of the rules, and then I was interrupted by an argument between a male high school student and a man in sportswear. At this point, just ask the glasses girl again. I looked in the direction of the LED screen, looking for the figure of the girl with glasses. At that moment, I understood the reason for the doctor's gloomy face.

The glasses girl was still in place, where she was deciphering the Latin text on the LED screen, and she was below the screen, above a cold metal cylinder. The body of the office worker in charge of delivering the message began to tremble. He must have been too scared to do anything when he saw that the metal cylinder could eat people. So he ran away alone, because the metal cylinder was next to him, and there was no way not to escape.

The girl with glasses looked at the people gathered in the center of the hall. In order to be able to see the LED screen, he was placed on top of a two-person tall metal cylinder. The top of the metal cylinder is where the tracksuit man disappears last, and in the case of the metal cylinder, it may be its mouth. The glasses girl was in a position like a tiger's mouth, but she couldn't get down on her own. The metal cylinder is very high, and if you struggle to fall, you will definitely fall. Moreover, the glasses girl was also very badly injured and her eyesight was not good, and she had no ability to escape from this cold monster alone. So she sat silently and watched as everyone turned their backs on her and fled. Everyone else had forgotten of her existence, treating her as nothing, treating her as air.

At that moment, the glasses girl became the air man among the air people.