"This is definitely not District 12!"

Wang Xiaotie only glanced around a little and made such a judgment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the yard of every house, this more or less wheat straw (màijiē, wheat straw, also called wheat straw) is piled up. This situation is by no means the same as in the 12 districts where mining is a livelihood.

The only thing Wang Xiaotie could think of was the 11th District, which was on the same fringe as the 12th District, where agriculture was developed to provide high-quality bread ingredients for the so-called nobles of the capital.

There were already many people in front of him who began to walk in one direction, Wang Xiaotie glanced at the smart watch in his hand and found that the time was already more than 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and it seemed that the lottery ceremony was about to be held.

Then he tidied up his clothes a little, Wang Xiaotie also walked in the direction of the large army, and turned on the translation function in the smart watch, hoping to get some favorable information from the conversation of the surrounding crowd.

But what made Wang Xiaotie depressed was that in the crowd he was in, it was like a dumb assembly, and there was no half of the people talking at all.

This day, in the movie, is called the "Harvest Festival", and the harvest festival ceremony is held in the center of the square in each district.

The silent crowd of followers, Wang Xiaotie has been carefully observing the surrounding environment, trying to find a human with a smart watch on his wrist from this group of people, but because there are too many people, and Wang Xiaotie's height has no advantage, he can only see the people around him.

Their faces seemed to be numb with endless sadness, and they followed the flow of people like walking corpses, moving slowly forward.

On a metal desk in front of him, surrounded by heavily armed white security police, the front leaking a fierce light, staring at the surrounding crowd with fierce eyes, as if as long as they find any unusual movement, they will not hesitate to raise their weapons and carry out a merciless massacre.

The people in front of them all had their fingers pricked with a small metal needle, and their handprints were pressed on a blank piece of paper. Then Wang Xiaotie found that the young people were taken to the left, while some of the older people were taken to the right and were blocked by ropes on the periphery.

"I'm rubbing! I almost forgot! Is Lao Tzu past the age to compete? Remember that in the movie, teenagers between the ages of 12 and 18 are not required to participate? Lao Tzu is now 28 years old, how can he be regarded as an uncle-level character? ”

As the number of people in the team signing in front of him became smaller and smaller, Wang Xiaotie was like an ant on a hot pot at this time, and he was so anxious!

! Isn't this Nima a pit man? Could it be that Lao Tzu's point will be so recited? When you first come into this world, you will be sent out? This damn system, isn't this a blatant pit of its own ticket money? What a day, dog!

In Wang Xiaotie's stomach full of grievances and complaints, everyone in front of him was tested, and it was his turn to be next, and his attention was completely lost, and he was only immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself.

"Hey! Boy, it's your turn! Hurry up! The ceremony began immediately! ”

When a cold metal muzzle was pressed against Wang Xiaotie's head, Wang Xiaotie woke up like a dream, raised his head blankly, and saw a slightly mocking but very cold look.

Reluctantly stretched out his direct right hand, Wang Xiaotie was now full of struggle, he was now full of hesitation, whether he wanted to take out something to bribe the inspectors in front of him, so that he could meet the requirements and blend in with the group of young teenagers.

"Stick out your index finger!"

An indifferent voice came, and Wang Xiaotie couldn't help but do it

Just as Wang Xiaotie hesitated, the old man sitting behind the metal table suddenly spoke, only to see him drag Wang Xiaotie's index finger to him, and then pierced it without hesitation, glanced at the content on the display screen, and finally grabbed his finger and pressed the blood-red handprint on a piece of paper full of words.

Wang Xiaotie had been watching all the old man's movements anxiously, his brain was running rapidly, looking for a way to blend into the central area.

But in the next second, Wang Xiaotie looked at the words 18 years old displayed on the instrument stupidly, and his face was full of disbelief!

I rub! This Nima told lies without hesitation? Is Lao Tzu like an 18-year-old rookie? With such fanfare and blatant fraud, won't he be arrested?

"Next!"

Wang Xiaotie was still at a loss, and was taken to the group of teenagers by two uniformed security policemen.

But just wandering for a while, Wang Xiaotie breathed a long sigh of relief. In any case, I finally have the qualifications to participate, and the rest will be easy! After all, he only needs to be like the heroine in the movie and volunteer to be a tribute, so everything that follows is logical.

Standing around Wang Xiaotie is a group of children who look very immature, of course, there are many teenagers who are too well developed, but everyone's eyes seem to be full of unknown fear, and many teenagers in twelve-thirteen have lowered their heads and are crying silently.

Wang Xiaotie didn't see the person with the smart watch on his wrist, nor did he see the familiar face in the movie, so he focused his attention on the makeshift platform in front of the court building. There are three chairs, a podium, and two large glass balls, which are used for the draw of lots for the male and female players.

A man in a suit with some gray hair sat on one of the chairs, while on the other chair was a bewitching-looking monster with heavy makeup.

The reason why he is called a monster, Wang Xiaotie is actually defined by his flat chest, although this person is gorgeously dressed, and a high-end and exquisite dress is enough to show his status and status. But from the protruding Adam's apple and flat chest, everyone could tell that this was a man. No~ at least once a man!

Two loud and long bells rang suddenly, focusing everyone's attention on the high platform.

The man in the suit with some gray hair stood up, trembled and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his suit pocket, walked to the podium, carefully tiled it, and began to speak into the microphone.

This was the opening statement. Wang Xiaotie knew that this should be one of the indispensable contents of the previous Hunger Games lottery ceremonies.

With the low but slightly trembling voice of the man in the suit, a matching film and television picture was playing on a super large screen behind him.

The man recounts the history of the "Beneficiary Country", a place built on ruins that was originally called North America. He enumerated the country's calamities, including droughts, storms, fires, seas that devoured vast swaths of the land, and brutal wars that devastated lives, culminating in the establishment of the "Benefactorial State," a kingdom of thirteen districts with the capital as its sacred center.