The end of the world begins with failing an exam

Chapter 9 The world is chaotic but stable
It is not surprising that additional questions have appeared again.

But what does the last line of garbled characters mean?
Chen Jing stared at the light curtain in bewilderment, and the scenes of garbled characters he had seen several times before quickly flashed through his mind.

This is not the first time this kind of garbled information has appeared.

It first appeared when I first came to this inner world, after the light screen displayed two big questions...

The second time it comes up is when reading the exam code.

Rearrange the garbled characters of those text messages.

About three pieces of information can be obtained.

Don't kill the examiner.

Do not take their word for it.

Be careful with them.

He could contact other information given by the chief examiner on the light curtain, but Chen Jing found that these three prompts were contrary to him.

I want to submit an answer sheet that can satisfy "them" for this civilization.

There are only two ways to go.

Either destroy the core of the inner world, or kill the examiner.

This is contrary to the first tip "Don't kill the examiner".

The second tip and the third tip...

Do not take their word for it.

Be careful with them.

This is contrary to the information given by the examiner.

It seems that in the eyes of the chief examiner, they are benevolent, and it is because of their existence that there is such a fair civilization test, but...

The hint is again not to trust them.

"Before, there was no way to distinguish the authenticity of those prompts... But this time, maybe I can try..."

Chen Jing thought to himself, carefully comparing the receipts.

After Mr. Chen made a feat of collecting property fees for 50 years, there are currently only three households left in this high-rise residential building except for the Chen family.

They are one household on the 30th floor.

A household on the 29th floor.

There is also a family with a three-story underground garage.

"Although the information given by the garbled characters is a bit confusing...but it can probably be matched with these receipts..." Chen Jing murmured.

Neighbors like... something?

30000 fruit fruit fruit fruit...

Could it be that the family on the 30th floor likes fruit?
If you look at it this way.

The household on the 29th floor probably likes delicious food...

And the one in the underground garage...

Like eyeballs?

"This is for me to give a gift to my future friends..."

Chen Jing remembered that the content of the additional question was to let him make friends, and only thought that these tips might be really useful to him, but based on his feeling...he felt that this matter was not that simple.

Because he always remembers.

This is a test that can determine the survival or extinction of civilization.

If everything was that easy...

Then this is not a test.

"My dear grandson, come over for dinner."

"coming!"

Hearing Chen Bofu's call, Chen Jing collected his thoughts and walked to the restaurant.

The old man was still busy in the kitchen. Two dishes had been placed on the dining table, and there was a smell of stir-fried meat in the air.

It was different from Chen Jing's imagination.

The two dishes on the table are not outrageous.

At least it's not some weird food like offal offal.

It is two cold dishes, one meat and one vegetarian.

A plate of patted cucumbers and a plate of shredded chicken.

Shredded chicken is definitely chicken.

Judging from the chicken head on the plate, this is the most common breed in the real world.

"Grandpa, let me help you!"

"You just go and sit down, and you'll be fine in no time!"

"Then I'll take the bowls and chopsticks!"

Chen Jing set the table and chopsticks, and then turned his head to look at the TV in the living room.

It was the noon news on TV.

The host of the show is a male weirdo with compound eyes resembling a fly.

Huge compound eyes extend from the forehead to the middle of the person, replacing the position of the nasal cavity. Hundreds of thousands of grids are connected into pieces on the dark red surface, like a honeycomb. Chen Jing's intensive phobia is about to attack.

I have to say that the news hosts in the other world are quite normal, except for looking like a fly man, there are almost no other shortcomings.

From the moment he spoke, it was a pure broadcasting accent, without that kind of crazy energy.

"Dear viewers, the once-a-month 'Sacrifice Moon Period' is coming again. I hope you don't forget to protect your own safety during the leisurely holiday..."

"Always remember to reinforce the doors and windows..."

"Don't go out unless necessary..."

"Friends who have conditions, can light the 'Moonlight Incense' produced by [Moonlight Priory] at home, so as to avoid those out-of-control old descendants..."

Just as Chen Jing was concentrating on watching the news broadcast.

Just listen to the clang.

Chen Bofu, who was wearing an apron, slammed the plate full of vegetables on the dining table.

"Those dogs know how to deceive people!"

Chen Bofu sneered, he seemed to have a lot of prejudice against the "Moonlight Priory" that the host said.

"Fortunately they can still sell 'Moonlight Incense' so expensive, that thing can only deceive the old descendants who have not yet started..."

old descendants.

It's that word again.

Chen Jing took the inner pot of the rice cooker from Chen Bofu, helped him fill a bowl of steaming rice, and was thinking in his heart.

Although judging from the information revealed by the old man before, it is not only Aunt Hong's mother and son who are old descendants, but also the old man himself... But combined with the information in the news, it seems that old descendants do not refer to "everyone" .

These aborigines in the other world are not all old descendants.

There should be only one part.

Chen Jing originally planned to continue watching the local news broadcast, but Chen Bofu was obviously stimulated by the "Moonlight Priory" in the host's mouth, so he turned off the TV impatiently, and then began to pick up food for Chen Jing.

"Eat, your favorite fried pork!"

Chen Bofu still had a smile on his face, his kindness down to the bone, it was really hard to remind people of the old lunatic who went downstairs to kill people last night.

"What kind of meat? It looks quite tender..."

Chen Jing didn't dare to move his chopsticks casually, especially this kind of ingredients whose origin could not be discerned at a glance. He was really scared by Aunt Hong's large intestine sashimi.

"Of course it's pork. I bought it from the supermarket this morning, and it's so fresh!" Chen Bofu blinked his eyes and asked strangely, "Usually you like to eat fried pork made by grandpa...why?" Still not moving your chopsticks? No appetite?"

"I feel sick to my stomach, I can't eat too greasy food." Chen Jing lied calmly, then put a piece of chicken into the bowl, "And I found that chicken tastes better..."

Hearing this, Chen Bofu nodded.

"Then make more chicken for you in the future."

Chen Jing doesn't eat pork.

But not from childhood.

It started when I graduated from high school.

In a trance.

The auditory hallucinations that still plagued him a few years ago sounded in Chen Jing's ears again. It was the sound of the pigs in the pen happily waiting to eat.

From suppressed muffled grunts, to cheery chewing sounds, and finally...

"Why are you in a daze! Eat!"

Chen Bofu's sudden voice pulled Chen Jing back from the blurred memory.

"Just now I was distracted..."

Chen Jing replied absent-mindedly, and at the same time reminded himself in his heart.

Can't think any more.

Otherwise, you have to take medicine again.

"No matter how important things are, they can't compare to eating! If you have something to do, think about it after eating! It won't taste good after a while..."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Bofu picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Grandpa is going out for a while, and he will come back after finishing his work at night. Remember to send those receipts back for me."

Chen Jing was going to ask a few more questions, at least he had to find out the identities and temperaments of the three neighbors first, but the old man didn't seem to want to give him this chance.

Before Chen Jing could spit out the chicken legs, Chen Bofu ran to the balcony with a snakeskin bag on his shoulders, turned over and fell out of the guardrail...

"Too anxious to even take the elevator?"

Chen Jing was stunned, thinking that the old man was in a hurry to go out and didn't say anything, he just ran away with the snakeskin bag full of real estate certificates.

But judging from his nature, which is worse than capitalists... Could it be that he used those real estate certificates to cash out mortgage loans?
Chen Jing glanced at the moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, turned around and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV again.

He needs to understand the world better.

Learn more.

The safer he is.

"The next news comes from Hongshan Street in Taiping District..."

Facts have proved that although this inner world is an independent world, compared with the real world... there are actually many similarities, at least the social structure is similar.

This point is different from Chen Jing's previous thinking.

He thought this was a different world where the fittest survived and monsters were rampant.

But it seems not.

Killing will be punished.

At least that's what it said on the news.

But why is that old man able to run rampant in the sunset red community...

Chen Jing really didn't understand.

Judging from the severity of the punishment for murderers in the news, what the old man did is enough to deserve the death penalty in this world more than a dozen times.

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After dinner.

After Chen Jing washed the dishes, he habitually cleaned up the kitchen.

After doing all this, he began to search the house.

"The family on the 30th floor likes fruit... this apple should be fine..."

"The household on the 29th floor likes delicious food... How should this be defined as delicious... Is it delicious for me or someone like the old man..."

Chen Jing stood in front of the refrigerator hesitantly, but finally decided to make two preparations.

First pack the plate of fried pork that was basically untouched at noon.

Afterwards, he took out the take-out box printed with "Exclusive to the old descendants" from the fresh-keeping layer.

Open it up and take a look.

as predicted.

It is some human tissue that has been stir-fried to emit fragrance.

Chen Jing didn't feel disgusted, but calmly heated it in the microwave oven before putting it in a bag.

Gifts from neighbors on the 30th and 29th floors are ready.

Only the one in the underground garage is left...

eyeball……

"I can only make do with yours."

Chen Jing muttered to the shredded chicken head that was left over from lunch, and then used a knife to dig out the two eyeballs of the chicken head and put it in a separate lunch box.

Although it might seem shabby to give it as a gift, that's the only way to go.

You can't let me dig my own eyes, can you?

Chen Jing thought so, then put the key in his pocket, patted the Holy Grail in his jacket pocket, and went out.

There are successes and failures in making friends.

It's best to succeed, but it doesn't matter if you fail.

At least I have an old man backing me up.

He is a fierce man who can make these three families grit their teeth and pay 100 years of property fees. As long as they meet each other, he will report his name. I think these neighbors should give some face...

Chen Jing pondered in his heart.

Carrying a plastic bag full of gifts, he boarded the elevator.

"Let's visit each other from top to bottom, let's go to the 30th floor first..."

(End of this chapter)