Fang Chi took off his virtual realization glasses and force feedback equipment, and it felt like a dream.

Before that, she had a vague glimmer of hope, in case ...... What if Sheng Yan didn't die? Since she can survive and stumble to survive until now, why is it impossible for Sheng Yan?

So she had to go to that funeral, she thought at that time, it would be nice if she could see Sheng Yan watching from afar like her on the back hill of the Cold Spring Cemetery.

However, her hopes were disappointed. The appearance of Sheng Yan's parents extinguished her hopes a little.

But she still didn't give up. When she heard about Sheng Yan's death video from various rumors, she insisted on looking for that video, wanting to get even the slightest clue from it.

Even if Sheng Yan is still alive.

What if that video is fake.

But after this video appeared, her tiny fantasies were shattered. She had no reason to convince herself that it wasn't Sheng Yan lying on that terrible hospital bed.

She was too familiar with Sheng Yan.

It's all too familiar.

So, is that how it ends?

Both she and Sheng Yan had fantasized about death, death in the mission. It goes hand in hand with glory, brilliant and magnificent. But when this death came, she realized that the gap between imagination and reality was so huge.

All death is silent condensation.

All the tombstones are made of tears.

Fang Chi slowly walked out of the hotel and walked to the Mae Ping River. The river is covered with many large, fat aquatic plants with large leaves, and many water lilies grow in the river, which open their snow-white petals in this long night.

She came out with a candle, lit it, and placed it on a lotus leaf in the water.

The candle flickered, and the light rippled across the water like a wave.

The sound of insects is fine, and the fireflies are faint.

[Winter is coming, I will start watching tonight until I die. …… I will do my duty and die in my life. …… I give my life and glory to this, tonight, and night. 】

Fang Chi stood there silently until the last ray of light disappeared. There was no fluctuation in her heart, but she felt some itching on her face. Reaching out and touching it, something wet slipped down his face.

……

She returned to the hotel. Get out of the elevator and walk down the long, narrow and endless promenade. The sound of the RanatEk xylophone like a spring of water faintly came from the hotel lobby downstairs. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind her, Fang Chi suddenly became alert, and flashed sideways into the security door next to her.

A hotel cleaner walks down the hallway.

Fang Chi exhaled softly. It turned out to be a false alarm.

She is still on high alert. Suddenly remembered the phone call from Zufeng during the day, he said on the phone, Boss, I suspect that someone is investigating the matter between us and Shanze.

Later, what was said on the phone, Zu Feng said: Waiting for your good news.

Wait, you, good, sound.

If the boss behind Zu Feng's scenes is indeed wither, then the video of Sheng Yan's death should also be posted by wither.

After Shi Zhengrong swept Maandala, the one who still has a complete death video is still preserved by the person who recorded the video itself.

Such a coincidental time, a just right price, the tracking and positioning code hidden in the video compression package-

This qiē coincidence shows that Wither used the video of Sheng Yan's death to set a trap to drag his locked account, which was suspected of being an investigator.

But what he didn't expect was that the Marauder intercepted the video and cleared the tracking code.

She's safe for the time being. But will Wither give up like that?

Fang Chi walked to the door of his room, stopped, and turned around to knock on Xie Weishi's door next door.

For a long time, no one answered. I took off the invisible headphones hanging from my neck and opened them into my ears, and there was no sound - Xie Wei was turned off over there.

Fortunately, they came out this time and equipped each other with positioning devices.

The installation shows Xie Weishi in an unnamed building five kilometers away from the hotel.

Fang Chi immediately searched for that location and found several English records in a pile of vague translations of Thai:

――FightClub。 This is one of Chiang Mai's most famous underground fighting arenas.

-- I went there once, no rules fighting, bloody. One of my buddies went up and had his arm broken, and he didn't die. I didn't dare to go up.

-- A lot of Europeans and Americans. After all, there are not many places in Asia that are pure masters.

-- Rich people who come in search of excitement are everywhere. Maybe the one you accidentally stepped on was an Indonesian oil tycoon.

Fang Chi slowly lowered his fingers, and his heart settled slightly.

……

The entrance fee is 15,000 baht, which is about 3,000 yuan. Fang Chi only had a few hundred baht on her, and the gatekeeper wouldn't let her in anyway. There were more people coming in and out than she expected, and sure enough, as the English reviews on the Internet said, there were many strong, muscular Europeans and Americans.

She was calmly judging how she could get the 15,000 baht, or somewhere else to get into the coffin-like concrete building. At this time, I saw a mixed-race young man come over, skillfully gave the gatekeeper a few bills, and saw Fang Chi out of the corner of his eye, and asked the gatekeeper in English:

"Who is the woman in white?"

The gatekeeper was a dark-skinned, short, stocky Thai uncle who spoke Thai English, but apparently dealt with foreigners too much and spoke very fluently: "New customer, no money." ”

This young man looks like an Asian-European race, tall, with sharp eyes, silver sparkling studs on his ears, and dyed white hair. People are handsome, but their manners are a little frivolous. He whistled and said in English:

"Come here, baby!"

The meat delivered to the door is not eaten in vain. Fang Chi passed as he said.

He grabbed Fang Chi's shoulders, approached her fair face, and said, "First time? ”

Fang Chi nodded.

"Don't know the price?"

Fang Chi nodded.

Da Shao happily whistled again, took out a handful of banknotes and handed them to the gatekeeper, and entered the venue with Fang Chi.

"My name is Tak. What about you? ”

“Mila。”

Passing through a heavy curtain, Fang Chi suddenly felt that his vision suddenly opened up-

Inside is a large warehouse converted into an arena. Surrounded by undismantled shelves, four or five meters high, welded with thick steel plates, have now become natural auditoriums, and the black pressure is full of screaming people.

In the middle is a barbed wire fence cage, a huge Rhea stands on the back of the cage, with intricate lights, line array sounds, and huge screens like concerts, and shemales in revealing thick skeletons dancing around the cage.

In the cage, two big men are fighting, one is using Muay Thai, and the other is looking to use Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, the two of them are punching to the flesh, the camera keeps giving close-ups, and the screen only sees blood shooting, and Bai Huahua's teeth are mixed with flesh and blood flying out. Every damage was accompanied by the dancing of lights and shemales, the roar of roaring electronic music, and the frantic shouts of the stands. The whole warehouse was powered by a strong air conditioner, but the temperature seemed to be so high that it could melt a qiē.

Tak took Fang Chi directly to the sofa seat closest to the competition cage and sat down. The sturdy waiter in a horse coat and shirtless on the side brought two glasses of ice drinks, and flattered Tak with a wink:

"Today's girlfriend is so beautiful."

Tak whistled proudly, leaned over to the other and said, "Honey, he said you are so beautiful." ”

"Thank you." Fang Chi said. She looked at the two furious competitors in the arena and said to herself, "There is still such a lively offline fighting arena now. ”

Tak thought that Fang Chi was asking him, and introduced with a grin: "Here you can directly tear the living to pieces!" How can Maandala have this effect? Although virtual MMA fighting is not as popular in Maandala now, where is the excitement of tearing Avatar? He followed the spotlight and pointed to the people on the couch seats around him, "There are rich people sitting here!" ”

Fang Chi followed Tak's pointing and looked, sure enough, they were basically old faces, and they were often focused on in the archives of the Nineteenth Bureau.

Among them, she also saw Shanze. Her gaze fell behind Zenzawa, and she keenly recognized that there were many plainclothes bodyguards. On the wrist, the positioning device vibrates at low speed - Xie Wei is nearby.

Tak hooked Fang Chi's chin and pulled her back: "Which big guy did you fall in love with?" ”

Fang Chi hooked his lips and smiled at him: "In this way, you are also an unusual boss." She has always been an ice beauty before, and this smile is particularly eye-catching. Tak was bewitched, "Oh my! He exclaimed, hugged Fang Chi and sat on his lap, and kissed her.

Fang Chi was kissed by him, and then pushed him away, as if he was angry: "I don't want to get my lipstick so early." ”

With hints in his words, Tak was very helpful, and satisfied, put her back on the couch next to him. Fang Chi was about to convey a message to Xie Weishi, when he suddenly heard the host's voice resounding throughout the audience:

"Now, we will enter the climax of tonight, the challenge of the sacrificers!! The one who is about to rise to the challenge is our champion tonight, Fury! ”

In the cage, the referee in a black bow tie raised the right hand of Fury, the winner of the previous match. It was a big man weighing more than 200 pounds and nearly two meters tall.

The scene was thunderous, and the sound of banging on the steel plate was deafening.

Fang Chi found that the cheers at this time were much higher than before, and everyone's feelings had obviously reached a breaking point. The air is filled with gunpowder, and if you move it, it will explode.

"Why is everyone so excited?"

Tak leaned over and proudly explained: "The sacrifice link is generally the part where the master tears the living. ”

No wonder it is called "sacrificer". She asked lightly, "Who will go up and die by themselves?" ”

"Criminals who want to be pardoned. Poor people who want to get huge insurance money. Delusional fools who can counterattack and become famous in a fight through guò. Tak said arrogantly.

"Even if it's to die, this kind of high-profile opportunity is not something that everyone can get. If you don't give some benefits, ordinary people can't stand up. ”

It seems that the sacrificers who come on the field in this link, even if they die, will receive a huge reward. - What is the difference between this and those who sell their blood in exchange for money for their families?

A twisted world. Fang Chi glanced at Shanze, and he really looked at it with relish.

"So, let's take a look at which one of the sacrificers who can play tonight through our screening?"

A huge robotic arm carries a person and slowly sits it into the competitive cage. All the spotlight in the audience focused on that person at that moment-

He is naked, and the lines of his muscles are tight and beautiful, which is amazing.

Fang Chi's gaze fell on his face: he closed his eyes tightly. Under the close-up, those eyes have a soft and beautiful arc when closed, and the eyelashes are black and slender, like a tame deer in the jungle.

How could it be!

How could it be him?!