si-mexico Chapter 107 Do you want to die again?
Chapter 107 Do you want to die again?
"Everyone, please rejoin the queue according to your system number."
The administrator's voice once again reached everyone's ears.
Unable to distinguish between joy and anger.
But this silenced everyone.
Wang Laoliu saw the "110" officer surrounded by the crowd and walked forward on his own.
Everyone made way for him.
Wang Laoliu had a bad feeling and couldn't help but swallow.
He suddenly didn't want to be the first to fire the first shot.
He doesn't want to be the first victim.
The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; whoever wants to get involved can get involved.
He decided to remain quietly in the corner and observe the situation.
He waited until someone came out of the consultation room, then brazenly went up to find out what was going on.
Unexpectedly, the deity suddenly chuckled and said slowly, "001, do you want me to personally invite you to come?"
Wang Laoliu was so startled by His abrupt words that his hair stood on end.
He looked around warily; everyone was silently comparing their system numbers to the numbers on their arms.
No one heard the deity's soft, light laugh.
His enigmatic smile was truly chilling.
Wang Laoliu finally realized that the administrator's repeated emphasis on "queuing according to the system number" was to ensure that he would be the first to enter the consultation room for a talk.
The feeling of unease in my heart grew stronger and stronger.
But they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
As he weaved through the crowded throng, he whispered, "Excuse me, excuse me."
Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Hey bro, what's your number? How dare you just blindly charge forward like that?"
Wang Laoliu turned around and, to his astonishment, saw the same older brother whose mental state had been worrying.
"me……"
Seeing his hesitation, the older man simply rolled up his sleeves, revealing the number on his arm.
222.
"See that? Get in line behind me."
The older man pointed his thumb behind him, looking dejected like a hanged ghost reincarnated.
"That can't be done!"
Wang Laoliu simply stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table: "Sorry, I'm 001. You have to stand behind me."
When number 001 was revealed, everyone present fell silent, followed by a chorus of gasps.
"001?! My goodness Jesus, God, Buddha, Lao Tzu... 001, it was you?! So you were 001!!!"
The older man, whose face had been ashen, suddenly became radiant and his complexion was rosy.
"Hahahaha, I've finally found someone even more fucking unlucky than me!"
"Brother, you're truly my good brother, no, my good elder brother, I'll call you elder brother!"
"You are truly the eldest brother! Quick, quick, you go ahead of me in line!"
Human joy is always built on the suffering of one’s fellow human beings.
When you think that there are people in this world who are worse off than you, who wouldn't feel a lot of comfort?
This guy is even more amazing.
He was brought back to life.
Seeing that he looked a bit crazy, Wang Laoliu immediately slipped away.
Therefore, he did not hear the older brother, who had straightened up again, chatting animatedly with the people around him:
"I once heard the administrator say that there are thousands of hosts, but half of them are cannon fodder."
"Most authors in the 'black room' will encounter an incompetent host. The two of them are constantly scheming against each other and fighting each other all day long. They deserve to be trapped in a perpetual cycle."
"Only a small number of authors are lucky enough to encounter a powerful transmigration partner."
"Like me, I'm lucky to have encountered a host with sufficient strength, but unfortunately, the host always exploits system loopholes to do whatever he wants and act recklessly, even reposting my serious writings to the flower market..."
"Well, the probability of that happening is still very small. Although I have to see two men being all lovey-dovey every day, and it makes me tremble with fear, it's really a bit uncomfortable..."
"But no matter how you try to explain, my life isn't in danger, and I don't have to worry about being killed by anyone!"
"System 001, and that stupid author, have been defeated before! More than once or twice."
After the guy shared the gossip, someone immediately asked, "Wow, the system can be countered?!"
"Who did this? Could it be the host?"
The man shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Someone else asked, "Didn't someone say before that the small dark rooms for the first two hundred people in our group were already locked up?"
"Exactly, exactly. Isn't it enough that 110 is popping up? Even 001, this old relic, has crawled out of its grave?"
The man shook his head again and said, "I have even less to say about that."
The crowd scoffed and went back to queuing up.
Soon, the hall fell silent once again.
……
Inside the consultation room, Wang Laoliu pulled out a chair and sat down.
Across from the desk was a well-dressed young man in a suit and tie.
The consultation room was like a small, dark room, a square-shaped room.
The four walls were spotless white, and the interior was very simply furnished, with nothing but an empty desk and two leather chairs; there were no other decorations.
The room had only one door, no windows to let in light, and no lamps, but it was very bright.
The light was soft and not glaring.
The young man, whose hair was neatly combed, clasped his hands together in front of him.
His eyes were fixed on Wang Laoliu, making Wang Laoliu feel uneasy all over.
The administrator smiled slightly and said meaningfully, "Hello, I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon."
Wang Laoliu thought to himself, "Indeed, not long after the last training conference, he came to see me again."
"Hello, I've encountered a problem and would like to ask for your advice..."
"As expected. Tell me, what would you like to ask?"
The administrator opened his arms, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs in a very relaxed manner.
Hearing his lighthearted tone, Wang Laoliu's tension immediately dissipated.
A憨态可掬 smile appeared on his face.
He asked, "Can I ask a few more questions?"
According to regulations, each author's consultation time should not exceed ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, the author will be forcibly sent back to the dark room.
But Wang Laoliu felt that ten minutes was not enough time for him to talk.
The administrator seemed easy to talk to, "No problem, 001 gets special treatment here."
Wang Laoliu asked, "Why?"
The administrator said, "Is this your first question?"
Wang Laoliu said, "Uh, I guess so."
Since the other party has already made it clear that there is no time limit for consultation, he might as well get to the bottom of it.
He wanted to figure out all the questions in his mind.
The administrator did not answer the question directly.
He frowned, seemingly troubled, and said, "Please tell me first, do you... want to die again?"
Wang Laoliu: "...Huh?!"