Life is so awkward.

Before going to the world of Dragon Ball, Wang An thought about how to be strong and how to control his own destiny.

But now that it was his turn to decide how to organize his future, he began to suffer from gains and losses.

Probably because no matter how it is arranged, his overall fate has not changed, he is still a pawn in the hands of others, the difference is that he barely has some ability, and decides whether he will go straight to the destination or jump to the destination.

But how to say it.

This is at least one step forward.

At least he could have a chance to make an attempt from the fourth order and try to change his fate.

As for the other awakened people, except for those whose abilities are too low-level and have given up on themselves, most of them are still struggling at this stage with how to further improve their abilities.

"If you're red, you have to be famous at least first......?"

Wang An asked with some uncertainty.

His emotional intelligence makes him comfortable in the sinister places of the ground floor, but his IQ, especially in terms of systematic induction, is much worse than that of his peers.

In martial arts, it is manifested that the learning speed is much slower than others, the so-called "stupidity", and it is easy to wrestle in the same position in various positions.

Of course, from a certain point of view, repeated mistakes can also be understood as a solid foundation, because all the mistakes that can be made are made, and we know how to prevent them.

Neo nodded, "Go on." ”

Wang An turned his head to look at Li Wei.

His brain power is currently divided into several parts by "how to take out the gold bars", "how to get enough points to enter the 500-point big house and trade the fairy beans", "who is CT5 and why is it on the second floor above ground", etc.

Li Wei looked at Wang An and frowned: "Let me help you?" ”

Wang An nodded.

Li Wei said: "I haven't been to high school yet. ”

It's better not to go to high school than not to graduate from elementary school.

Wang An insisted: "I have been decoupled from the real world for too long. ”

To put it mildly, he spent two years in the Space-Time Cabin, and it took a process of adaptation to return to the real world.

To put it mildly, he has been on the ground floor for nearly ten years, and he has been back on the ground floor for a month at most, and it is really difficult for him to think about how to cater to the public and become a celebrity.

Li Wei sighed: "Then give me a little time." ”

Neo breathed a sigh of relief.

Throwing the pot to Wang An was also a last resort for him and Yang Ye. Wang An was full of resistance to being arranged, and Neo could see it. If it continues like this, even if Wang An does not resist all the "plot design" in the future, but without "passion and soul", the public may not necessarily buy the final result.

Now that at least Li Wei has designed the "plot", Wang An's enthusiasm for participation will probably be improved to a certain extent.

Probably.

……

The second floor above ground is shrouded in gray fog all year round.

These fogs are light and cannot descend to one level above ground.

For some reason, the fog can't go through the Great Rift to the third floor above ground or higher.

Therefore, they accumulate on the second floor of the ground all year round, and they will not be thicker, but they will never dissipate.

The scenery on the second floor of each city is very different, and the fog in Linglong City is probably the thickest of all cities. Fortunately, the fog here is not enough to kill people, it only accelerates aging.

There was no plan on the ground floor, and the people inside wandered around like lonely ghosts, using bracelets to obtain barely enough food rations at each food distribution station. Then the lonely ghost drifts to the next site.

Comparatively speaking, the second floor above ground is closer to the real world.

There is a rough administrative plan, and the entire second floor is divided into three areas.

Debt area, guilt area, labor area.

Most of the people who fell on the second floor of the ground due to bankruptcy and other reasons live in the debt zone. This is probably the worst environment on the second floor of the entire ground, and the place closest to the first floor above ground. Even the authorities are resigned to it.

The working conditions in the work area are extremely difficult, but at least food and clothing are guaranteed, and there is a certain amount of savings every day. These savings could be depleted in an instant by a serious illness, but until then, there is at least hope.

The guilty area is the most privileged place on the second floor above ground.

It is inhabited by criminals who "have caused great losses to Linglong City due to work mistakes".

It is not the kind of wanted criminals or criminals who commit vicious crimes, and those criminals will most likely be "disposed of" on the third floor above ground, and will not be left on the second floor above ground.

The residents of the guilty zone are more likely to be people who have worked for the government or the military, and some even come from large families on the sixth floor above ground. Even though these people have become criminals and have to spend their entire lives on the second floor above ground, they at least maintain enough contact with the real world to be able to obtain some items from higher levels.

Among these people, there are even some awakened ones.

The CT5 is one of them.

He has awakened the ability to replace technology, which allows him to replace certain items.

To put it simply, changing the proportions of metals, or changing the specific molecular formula of organic matter, makes these objects end up with completely different properties than before.

As a former fifth-order awakener, CT5 caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people, including hundreds of awakened people, due to a major mistake more than ten years ago. In the end, his ability was sealed to the third order, and along with the entire family, fell to the second layer above ground.

CT5 is a person whose appearance does not match his age, presumably because of the Awakened, he only looks to be in his forties, and no one can imagine that he is actually in his seventies. He was fat, very fat, and wore a dust mask, specially modified, which was said to allow people to breathe air five layers above ground.

Correspondingly, he speaks with a distinct buzz, and if he doesn't get used to it, he may not understand what he says at all. Underneath the dust mask, there is a plastic pipe that leads to the other place, which is the water pipe.

For some reason, CT5 needs a lot of water all the time, which makes him walk more like a water bladder dangling with the sound of water.

The mask was so large that it obscured almost all of his face, and the sides of the mask had fine, dense grilles, so that the round mask was more like a fly's compound eye, accompanied by a suction tube that extended to an unknown place, causing at first glance that he no longer looked like a human being, but a fat fly.

At this moment, in front of him was a half-human-high table clock, purely mechanical. This kind of grandfather clock is no longer seen among ordinary people, after all, in this era, there are too many things to replace this kind of mechanical clock.

But for some, this mechanical product is significant.

It has witnessed the glory of mankind three hundred years ago, and it is a miracle that it has been preserved intact until now. For some fledgling families, this kind of mechanical product, which has a longer life than the family history, can even be regarded as a treasure of the town.

Now the bulky-looking table clock is spinning lightly in front of the CT5.

Ten minutes later, CT5 raised his head and stretched out his index finger at the young couple behind the clock with a look of arrogance and disdain, and at the same time extremely nervous.

"10,000? Or 100,000? ”

The young man looked slightly relieved and asked, "When will you fix it, I can transfer it to your bracelet at any time." ”

CT5 shook his head and tried to speak, but first there was a violent cough, and the sound of gurgling water echoed, from the hose to his lungs.

The woman pulled out her handkerchief in disgust and blocked it in front of her nose, even though the CT5's cough did not cause any pollution.

CT5 glanced at the woman, and something else suddenly appeared in her cloudy eyes.

"1,000 points, and one more."

He said.

"A thousand points?!"

The man's body suddenly tensed: "Why don't you go and grab it?" ”

CT5 slammed back, the sturdy-looking couch creaking behind him.

"Then you please."

He said. With his eyes closed and his head half-tilted, only the dust masks on either side of his nose were aimed at the couple, like a giant fly sitting there.

The young man stood abruptly and stared at CT5 with one hand, almost snatching the clock. But after breathing heavily, he finally sat down and said, "Okay, I can figure it out." Who is the person you are talking about? ”

CT5 turned his finger and pointed at the woman, "She, I want her to sleep with me for the night." ”

"You want to die!"

The man roared, and stood up with the woman, and the aura on both of them suddenly exploded, and the air around them was hunting.

"I don't have any attachment to life, but you two do."

CT5's voice sounded calm, mixed with the sound of gurgling water, like a snake talking underwater, or a devil lurking underground.

The faces of the man and woman twitched almost at the same time, and the man asked in a low voice, "What do you know?!" ”

"I know that if I don't fix this clock by tomorrow night, you two will probably die."

Probably, certain death.

These are two conclusions with different probabilities, but there is a gloom on the faces of both men and women.

"How do you know?"

The man asked.

Instead of answering, CT5 asked, "Have you made a decision?" Does she make me comfortable, or do you die with her? ”

The man turned his head to look at his wife with some hesitation, and the young and beautiful wife shook her head nervously and muttered, "Don't, I don't want it." ”

I don't know if what she wants to say is not to accompany CT5, or not to die.

The man turned his head to look at CT5 again: "Why?" Why her? I can find other women, young or old, or young, and one is not enough, I can find you a hundred, a thousand! ”

CT5 laughed, and the laughter brought a new cough, this time the woman didn't bother to cover her mouth and nose.

"I want her to learn respect. Rest assured, after tonight, she will be intact and ......"

CT5 looked at the woman and let out a wry laugh.