Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 174 I think

In the compressed space, even the light has to slow down its steps.

It is also like the Minotaur's labyrinth. If there is no one to guide or be invited, if you just wander aimlessly in it, you will never be able to reach the deeper depths of the half-covered face, even if the wind inside has already blown people's fascination.

Zuo Wu tilted his head, and under the leadership of Liang Guling, they had already entered the deep passage.

All of a sudden, it was like returning to the void that Bai Aisi had brought him into before; the appearances of sentient beings from the superficial layer emerged and ruptured in front of him, but outsiders never knew that their appearances had been peeped.

Either in the ugly intoxication in the fur, or suffocating the desire to urinate in the deliberately created crisis, enjoying the approaching of dying.

Jin Mian was also silently watching such a floating scene in this high-dimensional passage; the guest injured his foot in the shadow of the artificial tree arranged in the auction, and squatted on the ground, listening to the dead leaves around him being crushed one by one. The sound of crushing.

The guest saw the orc approaching him—like a hungry wolf, its hair was a little bald, and some were clotted with blood from the wound and couldn't be combed.

The wolf-shaped orc panted, and opened his tired and emaciated arms, but the thick shadow cast by it still completely covered the excited smile of the guest.

It is said.

Before death, people can burst out with unimaginable potential; adrenaline is vigorously secreted, which is a deadly and attractive poison to the body and spirit.

Customers who come here to enjoy such dangers have been conquered by this near-death pleasure, and absolutely cannot bear a trace of "simulation", so they must make the process of being hunted extremely real.

The customer who had enjoyed the abuse of life finally felt the breath of crisis for a long time, and the advancement of biology allowed his body to maintain a certain degree of peak function even though it had been soaked by alcohol and sex.

Under the thrill of survival, his body at its peak exploded with unimaginable abilities.

The guest lunged at the orc.

pity.

Just like the livestock in the slaughterhouse, there is no shortage of licking the calf, nor the lack of determination to not be separated from the offspring.

However, the determination in his pearly eyes is nothing in front of the industrialized butcher's knife.

Wolf-type orcs are not "butcher knives", but the alopecia areata and wounds on their bodies are the most glorious proofs of empty-handed hunting.

The customer's pounce was only speed and momentum, so reckless; the werewolf stretched out its claws towards him, and slashed down lightly.

Jin Mian bit her lip, and stretched out her hand fiercely towards the breaking scene.

not enough.

The customer fell into the arms of the werewolf, and the werewolf did the same thing:

"Thank you for your patronage."

"... Hurry up and press my face into your chest, let me smell... those white hairs on your chest!"

"Add money."

"It's easy to say, hurry... hurry!"

The down on the werewolf's chest was the only whiteness left on his scarred body, stained with mud but still pleasant in the dying gloom.

The orc silently pressed the customer's face to his chest, and the white hair was covered with the warmth from his mouth and nose, and soon became cold again.

however.

The werewolf quickly stopped, stood up, pushed the customer with ecstasy on his face aside, and removed the memory chip from the back of his head.

The customer is dead, and is about to be resurrected from the backup, and the memory in the chip will be savored repeatedly as the best appetizer.

This is a passionate and exciting memory.

The werewolf just left the body behind, prepared to deliver the chip with indifferent eyes, and then prepared for the same job next time.

It's an empty and numb routine.

Jin Mian withdrew her outstretched hand.

Just watching the thin back of the werewolf leave, watching that corpse will become new fertilizer for the soil in the artificial jungle, and the remaining bones will also become the atmosphere of jungle hunting.

Watching this scene dissipate like a bubble, blending into the thousands of daily life emerging in the passage; once you miss it, you can't get it back.

This is not quite right.

Although Jin Mian knew that she would not get a satisfactory answer, she still couldn't help but catch up with Liang Guling: "This is not right."

The lawyer shook his head, and secretly glanced at Zuo Wu, who seemed to have broken her mind, thinking that something was wrong with him.

But he still kept his spirits up, turned around, and did not slow down a bit: "What doubts do you have? Jinmian Guest Officer?"

Jin Mian inhaled, pointed to the surroundings: "These games, and... Anyway, it's not quite right."

"If you think there is a problem with the treatment of orc employees, you can complain to the Labor Arbitration Division; if you think there is a problem with the personal safety of customers, you can also call the Market Supervision Department, but Xiaoling personally suggests that there is no need to do so."

"Why?" Miss Orc asked, but she was ready to let herself down.

really.

Liang Gu Ling is not obliged to let Jin Mian keep unrealistic lucid dreams:

"The so-called lawyer is still a service industry after all, but you should always pay attention to what new business you can get around. When Xiao Ling went to inquire about the tickets to the deep layer, she also made a quick investigation;"

"Anyway, the hunting game you just saw is well-known."

"Nearly [-]% of the customers will become repeat customers, and the remaining [-]% of the memory backup can be sold at a good price after being made into a dream movie and posted on the Internet. After all, not everyone has the courage to die in person. It is also a good solution;”

"In addition, regarding the treatment of employees, anyway, the income of orcs here, the basic salary alone is equivalent to three to seven times that outside, not including various performance commissions;"

"And, they have subsidies for injuries and overtime, and they also bought insurance for the orcs - after all, some customers resisted very fiercely; the only difference in life insurance, even if the orcs' memories are only backed up once a day when they go to and from get off work It’s just that it can’t be synchronized in real time.”

Jin Mian listened, her ears pricked up many times, but she dropped them helplessly.

Liangguling spread his hands: "Anyway, Xiaoling didn't find any obvious flaws in terms of service quality or employee treatment; maybe I'm not good at learning, and if there is something missing, I would like to invite you to enlighten me."

These words were a bit thorny, piercing Jinmian and Liang Guling himself.

Hunting games are loved by the nobles. These huge and popular games are divided into small pieces, and they are always very coupled with the law. Could it be that the rules have changed their shape?
Wouldn't it be superfluous and ridiculous to defend the game by yourself?
The lawyer pursed his lips, turned his head quietly, glanced over Zuo Wu who was listening to everything with great interest, and finally stopped on Jin Mian.

Should I apologize to Miss Orc?

What should I say if I apologize?Are you just talking about something you haven't figured out yet?Or, according to your own professional knowledge, help Miss Orc to analyze the possible legal loopholes in it?

It seems even more ridiculous.

Jin Mian's footsteps are silent, but no longer the usual high spirits, Liang Guling feels that this is so similar to the current self——

Just a few days ago, I was a lawyer who held his head high because he had mastered many laws and had a good relationship with the referee, and firmly believed that all injustices in the world could be judged fairly in the league.

Now it is just like a dog that lost its family, but what is lost is faith, which is more serious than losing "home".

Only a few steps away from the entrance to the deep level.

An impulse suddenly surged in Liang Gu Ling's empty chest, no matter what, just talk to Jin Mian; even if it was a complaint that was so boring that the other party would not even respond, or a joke to slander the alliance law.

This is a high-dimensional channel in a compressed space, and it takes tens or hundreds of years for the signal to be transmitted; even the light slows down because of this, why can't I temporarily relieve myself of the troubles of being a lawyer?

Whatever it is, just talk about it.

pity.

The arrival of determination was a step too late.

In the swaying of space, under the leadership of Liang Guling himself.

A group of people entered the deep layer of the auction.

Liang Guling, who had just become a girl with skeletons, quietly put on her smiling mask as a lawyer, but it didn't fit her face.

……

Ai Shanshan is not an elegant person.

Instead, she's a lazy girl who does minimal cleaning of anything but her own collection of creations.

Without Levina's silent contribution as a maid, the small nest that Zuo Wu arranged casually would not even be able to stand on its feet.

And most of his life, he either spent his time in the ivory tower-like environment of the machine pilot group, or dawdled around as a law enforcement officer on a dead planet.

Therefore, she has no concept of so-called "elegance" at all. The only knowledge she has is those old movies from thousands of years ago, and she still can't figure out which ones in those pictures are elegant palaces and which are simple villages.

The reason is very simple. For example, in the Napoleon era, aluminum ware was regarded as an elegant thing that surpassed gold and silver ware, but the productivity could not keep up; there is really no difference between palaces and latrines thousands of years ago.

But even so.

When the sea monster stepped into this deep layer.

The word "elegance" automatically appeared in her mind slowly.

The sea monster was puzzled and turned around: "Zuo Wu, what do you think of the atmosphere here?"

Zuo Wu tilted his head and observed for a while: "Very elegant."

"You think so too!"

"What's so strange?"

Ai Shanshan bared his teeth and knocked Zuo Wu on the head, his eyes patrolled, and his gaze stayed on a sitting figure in the distance.

After watching that figure for a few seconds, the sea monster continued:
"It's simple, different cultures have different standards of 'elegance'; it's kind of like aesthetics and morals, like..."

Liang Guling consciously moved forward, walking straight towards the figure from behind.

The siren slowed down and continued to whisper to Zuo Wu:

"It's like when we...that time, you downloaded some costume capsules for me to wear. I thought it was ugly, but you just thought it was pretty!"

Zuo Wu sneered: "Don't you still wear it."

"Come on, it's not because of... bah bah bah, we'll talk about this later," Ai Shanshan bared his fangs:

"I want to say that it is almost impossible to let everyone feel elegant at the same time, just relying on the atmosphere of the surrounding decoration, it must have used some kind of trick!"

Zuo Wu nodded.

Just like the influence exerted by the ruling here, it is just as convincing to everyone.

The surroundings are filled with an elegant atmosphere that everyone agrees with, which is indeed a bit weird.

After all, the so-called deep level can be described in the most plain language, which is a square hall; the area is about the same as a small track and field field, but it is much smaller than the exhibition hall that can't be seen from the outside.

And, except for the podium that is a little above the ground, the rest of the furnishings are just rows of seats, with no extra decoration at all.

How does such a simple venue make people feel elegant?Is it a psychological suggestion made by the subtle arrangement of the seats?Or the general layout of the entire exhibition hall?
or.

This elegant feeling actually comes from the person sitting in the middle of the exhibition hall, in the middle of the rows of seats?
Zuo Wu narrowed his eyes and stared at him; the back should be a man with blond hair in a shawl; his shoulders are very broad, and the angular muscles on the connected arms cannot be covered even by thick clothes.

Is this blond-haired man the "natural god" whom Xi martyred entrusted him to find?Zuo Wu tilted his head and thought for a while, it was hard to say whether it fit his imagination or not.

Regarding the image of the gods, Zuo Wu only remembered that he had seen it in the Pantheon Hall of the Spirit Energy Hall on the Tranquil planet.

At that time, the Duanmu stratosphere detected the mental state of all indigenous civilizations in thousands of light years by detecting the appearance of those gods' projections.

But in other words, those phantoms in the Pantheon Hall can only be said to be the anthropomorphism of the spiritual outlook of the indigenous civilization. In the eyes of the Psychic Hall, which believes in materialism, it may be very different from what can be truly defined as a god.

Lianggu Lingchong gently waved at them, Zuo Wu walked the path that the lawyer had walked, still thinking about what is a "god" and what is its definition?
Is it a creature that is powerful to a certain extent?Or the inhabitants of the void?The fabric of life and the instrument of desire, they should always be called gods, but what is the difference between them and the man in front of them?
Bai Aisi's ultimate goal, the final destination of ascension to immortality, was firmly stepped on by this man in front of him?
Some people lived in Rome, and it seems that there is no difference in the word "become a fairy".

Zuo Wu scratched his hair, Liang Guling consciously introduced them: "Officer Zuo, this is Gou Yizhu, Mr. Gou, this is Mr. Zuo."

Gou Yisheng laughed. He seemed to be holding a high-pressure water gun, spraying a super-high concentration of elegance straight into other people's mouths: "I have known you for a long time, the descendant of pure blood, I have always wanted to meet."

Zuo Wu shook his head: "I've been looking for you too, and I still have questions to ask."

"Well, although my idea is to talk about the confession first, it's okay. It's your question, but it doesn't matter."

Zuo Wu inhaled, concentrated his energy, and wanted to feel whether the line of fate in his body was still there, whether Bai Aisi could hear him when he asked Gou Yizhan a question, and whether he would tell himself what the question he was interested in.

Unfortunately, he found nothing, so Zuo Wu could only follow his own train of thought:
"Are you a natural deity?"

Gou Yisheng laughed again, but this time, there was more helplessness on his cheeks, but the words he said made people feel unquestionable: "I think I am."

"After all, I have indeed created countless races and a civilization through my own thoughts."

(End of this chapter)