Octavian Auditorium

An hour of slave auction passed, one by one the slaves were led to the stage, sold to the sellers they liked, and the finale of the auction finally came to an end, the last slave with a black hood, was brought up, naked, standing in the spotlight, subject to the scrutiny of everyone, the bidder can assess what kind of work the slave is suitable for from his muscular level, body fat percentage, height and weight, etc., so as to evaluate the price, and set an acceptable price in his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's auction is really wonderful, I believe everyone has gained something, and the guests who did not buy slaves do not have to worry, there is one last slave here, a young man......"

The host said, a hand to remove the slave's hood, under the hood, is a young man, his face and neck are wrapped in gauze, with some scars and bullet holes on his chest and abdomen, revealing the bloody storm he has experienced.

It's Arthur.

The white spotlight on his body was too dazzling, he raised his hand to cover his forehead, and when his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw clearly that the audience was full of dignitaries in suits and leather shoes, and some ladies pointed at him, as if they were very concerned about the scars on his body, thinking that he was not an honest slave, and might even have a criminal record.

It seems that the scars on his body will affect his auction price.

Standing barefoot on the cold stage, Arthur subconsciously stepped back, but the sturdy staff next to him held his arm and told him to stay where he was.

"If you photograph this young man, you can let him work as a security guard, or you can let him be a small entourage." The host lifted his chin and looked at it carefully, "Although it is wrapped in gauze, it does not affect his movements." Behold, all his limbs are sound. ”

As the host spoke, he slapped his arm and right leg with a rattan stick, and Arthur bent down in pain, but the next moment he was "corrected" by the staff and stood up.

Out of the corner of Arthur's eye, he saw that in the corner of the performance hall, Caesar was sitting by the window.

She sat in front of the round porthole, and on the small round table was her goat doll, and the black eyes of the goat doll were also looking in his direction, Caesar tied a single ponytail, like an ordinary little girl drinking a small bottle of milk with a straw, but those dark red eyes stared at him quietly, and from time to time swept over the other people in the performance hall, as if to see if other players appeared, but when looking at him, those eyes that were as quiet as autumn water did not feel a little more mocking.

She must have thought that he was stupid now that he was being auctioned.

Thinking of this, Arthur opened his eyes and was annoyed.

“…… Host, why is this slave wrapped in gauze? Offstage, a guest asked this question.

"Well...... the host scratched his head, he looked at the assistant on the side, but the assistant and the backstage staff all looked at each other, with expressions of ignorance.

The host coughed slightly embarrassed: "Uh...... This slave is special, he is like this when he comes up. ”

"Did he commit any crime, did he have the sign of a prisoner on his face?" Offstage, another lady speculated.

"It's a possibility."

"I've heard that in the Middle Ages, some prisoners would have tattoos on their faces as punishment for their mistakes."

"Could it be that this slave is also a criminal?"

"God, I don't dare to buy such a slave, maybe he will wipe his neck tonight......"

……

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone's eyes gradually changed when they looked at Arthur, from the arrogance of the master at the beginning, to disgust and disgust.

“…… Hum. Arthur snorted, looking back with the same disgust.

Joke that he's a criminal?

Afraid he's a criminal?

What are you kidding, which of you here was not sent here for the most heinous crimes?

There are so many lies that I deceive myself that even I believe that I am a good person.

"Quiet ......and quiet," the host hurriedly suppressed those whispering voices, "Since everyone is worried, then as the organizer, we should also try our best to meet everyone's needs and dispel everyone's doubts......"

The host said, temporarily put down the microphone in his hand, he walked to the podium, the assistant handed him a knife, Arthur saw the cold and shining knife, and suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

The host waved his hand and motioned for the staff to control Arthur, but before he could resist, he was grabbed by both arms, and one of the staff members kicked him in the knee, forcing him to kneel.

"You-" Arthur looked up angrily, only to see the host approaching him with a sneer on his lips.

"Since everyone wants to see your 'true face', I don't think you will." He shook the knife in his hand.

"Let go of me!" Arthur struggled, but the staff on both sides locked his neck and controlled his head, forcing him to raise his head and look up at the host.

The presenter grabbed the gauze of his chin and held a knife in the other, aiming the blade at the yarn of his face.

Arthur subconsciously looked at Caesar, only to see her leaning over against the round table, with a playful expression.

It seems that she is also interested in the reason why he is wrapped in gauze.

“…… Wait, my face is rotten and it might scare everyone. Arthur hurriedly made up a lie.

"Rotten?" The host paused.

"That's right, my face is burned, blistered, and suppurated, and the flesh is blurry and ugly." Arthur casually made up a lie.

This sentence succeeded in making the host shake a little.

A slave with a blistered and purulent face will indeed make the price fall, and it is better to let him continue to be auctioned with gauze wrapped in it.

At this time, the onlookers in the audience suddenly coaxed-

"How do we know if what you're saying is true or false?!"

"That's right, I'm afraid it's not a prisoner, so it's a cover for the punishment of the black face."

"We're going to see his face!"

"That's right! Cut that damn gauze! ”

"The organizers don't cover up the inferior quality of the 'goods' for the sake of price, right?!"

"Is there something wrong with the first few slaves?"

"Staff, staff! I want to return, I want to return! ”

……

The voices of doubt in the audience are getting louder and louder, people from the beginning of questioning Arthur as a criminal, to questioning that the organizer can hide bad information about slaves, and even a few onlookers are about to roll up their sleeves and rush to the stage to tear off the gauze on Arthur's face, and those dignitaries who are really capable of participating in the auction have not good looks, and seem to have lost trust in the organizers, and plan to leave the venue or return the slaves they bought before to the organizers.

A staff member quietly walked to the front from the backstage, lowered his head and said something in the host's ear, and the host nodded and signaled that he understood.

Then, the host looked at Arthur again, pinching his jaw with his left hand, and inserting the knife into his skin with his right hand: "The organizer requires that your gauze must be cut, and this is unbearable." ”

"You ......"

Before Arthur could resist, the host cut the gauze on his face with a knife!

The sharp blade cut through the rough gauze, from the chin to the peak of the eyebrows, cutting a straight line, and the host's movements were a little rough, and the tip of the knife not only cut through the gauze, but also left a two-centimeter scratch on his right cheek. Tearing off the cut gauze, the already healed skin was exposed to the cold air, the host turned sideways, the spotlight focused on Arthur's face, Arthur subconsciously shook his head, the scraps of the gauze fell to the ground, the slightly messy hair fell to his forehead, and his entire face was completely uncovered.

Without the gauze wrap, the heat of being covered by gauze on his face suddenly dissipated, and his skin sensitively felt a little cool, he squinted his eyes slightly, and a drop of blood from the wound on the right side of his face crossed his cheek and dripped down the jawline on the floor tile where he was kneeling.

His consciousness froze for a moment, as if he could hear his own rough breathing.

He raised his head and looked at the people in the audience with a little anger, and the buyers in the audience discussed it one after another-

"Wow, it's okay."

"A handsome lad indeed."

"It's good to buy it back and keep it."

"You save it, you're fifty-six years old, can you still have fun?"

……

"I'll just say that the organizer is a liar, and what do you say is a blister? Rotten face? Who to fool! ”

"I thought my face was full of tattoos, but I didn't expect it to be a neat normal person."

"But what about those scars on his body? It doesn't feel like a good person either. ”

"That's good, slave, can you still ask for a clean background?"

……

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and Arthur looked at the people who were whispering to each other, and only felt a little puzzled.

The men's eyes looked at him, obviously assessing his price, while the women's eyes fell on him with a bit of ambiguity, and he read in their eyes a bit of ...... from the opposite sex Favor.

This is...... What's going on?

He broke free of the control of the staff on both sides, and his fingertips carefully touched his cheek, feeling the smoothness of the skin on his cheek instead of the erosion of flesh and blood, and he was stunned for a moment.

He felt that the skin was intact, from the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, the chin, except for a small wound that had just been cut by the host, the skin tissue was intact, not as erosive and bloody as he imagined, and his face was full of ulcers.

He realized that he hadn't felt pain in his cheeks in a while.

At the beginning of the [Code Name Battle], when he first opened his eyes from the chaos and found that he was chained, he could clearly feel the sharp pain in his cheeks, and even blood continued to ooze out of the gauze as he breathed.

In the second [Upper Circle Chase and Kill Battle], the skin seemed to heal a little, the pain was not so obvious, and there was no blood oozing.

In the third scene [Pandora's Secret], he has already adapted to the state of being wrapped in gauze, and he can't feel the pain in his face at all.

It turned out that as the game progressed, his wounds were also healing, the dermis began to heal, the granulation tissue filled the original erosion, the epidermis also completely covered the wound, and the new skin filled the gap in the previous perception, pain and temperature.

The wound went from being completely destroyed at the beginning to completely healing now, and it took him three games to play it.

So, here's the problem.

Why was he injured?

And what does he look like now?

Just when Arthur was stunned, the host picked up the microphone again: "Hahahaha." It seems that the last slave to appear is still a high-class goods, what is the price of this young man? Now we can start bidding—"

"Ten thousand dollars." A noblewoman held up a sign.

Arthur looked at her, but met the fifty-six-year-old woman with an ambiguous expression.

All he felt was a wave of nausea.

"Fifteen thousand."

"Twenty thousand."

"Twenty-five thousand."

……

Prices are rising, and these people holding signs include men and women, old rich businessmen, young ladies, middle-aged men who look serious, and ladies with small incense fans.

Oh my God, he didn't know what they were doing with their cards, or what would happen to him if he was really bought by these people.

He didn't want to think about it, because those false faces made him sick.

He prayed that the first alarm would sound quickly, so that he would have a chance to escape, and to be honest, he didn't want to be sent to some old woman's room or some gay room, and he would rather be killed ten more times by Caesar than go through those disgusting things.

"Thirty thousand."

"Thirty-five thousand."

"Fifty thousand."

……

Prices were still rising, and Arthur looked at the rich people who were dressed brightly, and he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

The dirtier the stuff, the more gorgeous camouflage is needed.

Those deepest thoughts that lurk in the heart need to be disguised as grandiose excuses to find a way to vent.

No matter who is holding the sign, everyone actually knows it.

On this ship, there is not a single good person.

"Now that the price has risen to 70,000, is there anyone who bids higher?" The host excitedly waved a small hammer.

"One hundred thousand."

In the audience, a buyer made a move, and the price rose by $30,000 at once. Everyone looked at her, it was a young lady, she was sitting at the front desk of the back bar, she was wearing a slim red dress, her black hair was coiled behind her head, her hair was elegantly decorated, the tassels fell to her ears, and the Chinese hairstyle and clothing set off the classical beauty of her oriental beauty.

Arthur looked up and met the woman's clear eyes.

He'd seen her, and he remembered her.

It was that thunderous night, at the Belvoir Hotel, that he rescued a woman who was being violated by a man.

He remembered the look of shame on her face, and the look on her eyes that glistened with tears.

It turns out that she is really an NPC.

It's just that I didn't expect that the reunion would be in such a scene.

This time, it was her who saved him.

She smiled faintly and looked at Arthur with warmth in her eyes.

"$100,000 at a time."

"$100,000 twice."

"$100,000 three times - deal!"

The host smashed the small hammer and the auction was successful.

A waiter walked up to the woman, she took a credit card out of her handbag, handed it to the waiter, and a minute later, the waiter returned to her with the credit card and pulled Arthur over as well.

She got up from the chair, raised her eyes to look at Arthur, who was a head taller than herself, and felt Arthur's breath fall around her, the woman's watery gaze unconsciously skimmed his naked and strong upper body, her cheeks flushed, she hurriedly turned her face away, and slightly shyly put away the credit card handed by the waiter.

"Congratulations to this young lady, the transaction is successful, this slave is yours." The waiter respectfully handed her the other end of the rope that Arthur had tied to his hand.

She frowned, her gaze lingering on Arthur's bleeding wrist from the hemp rope for a few seconds, and then looked at the waiter on the side: "Untie the rope." ”

"But he might have run away."

"No, it won't." She looked at Arthur and smiled, "He's my benefactor." ”

Arthur was silent, watching the waiter reluctantly untie the rope for him, and only felt relieved.

Twisting his sore wrist, Arthur looked at the back of the waiter as he left, and snorted coldly in a low voice.

At that moment, a handkerchief touched his cheek.

Arthur looked back, meeting the gentle eyes of the woman in front of him.

"You ......"

"You're bleeding, press to stop the bleeding."

"It's okay, it's just a cut with a knife." Arthur took the handkerchief, only thinking that the faint aroma of magnolia on the handkerchief was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had come into contact with it for a while.

"I remember your instructions, take this ......," said the woman, drawing a little closer to Arthur, who saw a pistol as she opened her handbag.

……

[May I ask you ......]

[My name is Arthur.] If you can remember, get a pistol ready for self-defense before the next siren sounds. 】

……

She remembered what he had said.

"In this place, you still have to pay attention to self-preservation." Arthur looked around, "You can go back to your room later, don't open the door when anyone comes, especially after you hear the alarm sound, don't come out." ”

"Well, I know the rules of the game."

“…… Are you a gamer too? ”

The woman nodded helplessly: "It used to be, but it was eliminated." ”

“……”

Arthur looked at the weak and impenetrable woman in front of him, her body was like a willow, her eyes were tender, how could she beat those perverted murderers......

He sighed and sat down in the empty seat next to her.

"My name is Xiao Qiruo, and I am a player in round 12 and an NPC in round 13. I had no experience as an NPC at first, and I almost got ...... at the Belvoir Hotel," she sighed, "but it's okay, I'll pay more attention next time, practice makes perfect." ”

Her voice was soft and gentle.

But it sounds heart-wrenching.

“…… My name is Arthur. ”

Qi Ruo smiled: "Arthur, why are you wrapped in gauze?" ”

“…… I don't know, from the time I entered the game, it was wrapped in gauze. Arthur scratched his head, "I never thought about taking the gauze off, and I don't know what I look like, I hope it doesn't scare you." ”

"No, it's handsome."

Arthur smiled: "Thank you." ”

While the two were talking, a man suddenly stepped in between the two and "brushed" a dagger into Arthur's bar.

Arthur and Qiruo were stunned for a moment, looked back, and saw Caesar standing between the two with a gloomy face, she glanced at Arthur, and said in a low voice: "This slave, I want to take it." ”