Volume 1 Crime and Punishment in Fog City Chapter 24: Total Massacre
"Well, today I will continue to bring you live commentary of the latest fantasy game, Les Miserables~"
The girl adjusted her spirit and smile to the best state, and said to the projected screen with a smile on her face. However, the few comments and teasing words on the projection screen also made the girl feel a little disappointed.
'When will the anchor take off his clothes? For the rocket.'
'What's so good about live streaming this crappy game? It's just a bunch of data. I suggest you go to room 6655 and learn how others live stream.'
'Ugly anchor, please get off the stage as soon as possible.'
'The anchor is not that good, but the game is pretty good.'
Virtual barrages of comments came flooding in. Although the tide was not turbulent, the chilling feeling made the girl feel heavy in her heart.
She is a game anchor.
Although it is hard to believe that there are still so many people who love to waste time in this era, due to the advancement of industrial technology, the number of such people is much greater than imagined. However, compared with the popularity of those big anchors with hundreds of thousands, millions or even tens of millions, she, a semi-natural anchor with only 40% implants, obviously does not have an advantage in visual appearance.
So what this kind of failed anchor can do, besides being innovative, is to strengthen their language and body movements and create various program effects. Decades ago, the ability of those big anchors to make jokes without synchronization devices made the girl envious, but she was not good at speaking. So she could only be innovative. And the strange game called Les Miserables that she is currently broadcasting is a fresh thing she found from countless Internet waves.
The conversations and interactions are just like real people, the technical operations and actions are extremely simple, and the touch is almost the same as reality. More importantly, everything in that fantasy world is so charming and natural, as if they really live here.
Based on this point of view alone, they are completely different from those rigid pseudo-artificial intelligence out there.
But why are there so few people playing? If there were more people, it would be too late for me, right?
But this is also a good thing.
The girl always felt that this might be a treasure given to her by God, and she was the only one who discovered this dusty gem.
In this celestial city of the steampunk world, she successfully got a job as a staff member of the headquarters by virtue of her intelligence and the player's sleepless nights. It must be not far from her getting the right to go out. Although it is fun to talk to these people, it is more fun to go out, isn't it?
"So, we finally completed the quest line for that week yesterday. The circuits and alarm routes have been connected, and the emergency escape route has been set up. If we have completed such a long chain of quests, we would have been able to exchange for the right to enter and exit freely in other games, right? But in this game, no one can guarantee what the ending will be. After all, everything here is the same as in reality~"
'So I said this anchor doesn't talk shit, it's just that the game is awesome. If this game didn't look so awesome, I really wouldn't want to hear this anchor talking.'
"What's the name of this game? I think these decorations are extraordinary. They are much more exquisite than other games."
"It seems to be called Les Miserables. I would just ignore this anchor and go play games instead."
"Huh? I'm a little uncomfortable with your nerves, so I'll just watch it."
“…”
You can't fucking talk.
What if I have poor language skills? What if I can't speak? I'm eating your rice?
If you think about it carefully, it seems that I really did eat it. After all, the anchor industry relies on the tips and attention of others. In a sense, it is indeed eating other people's rice. But I still have to be angry when I should be angry. Otherwise, how aggrieved I will be?
"Really? I'm really sad. I'll try my best next time."
She pouted her lips deliberately in dissatisfaction with the comments in the comments. The artificial look made the girl herself feel a little creepy.
In the comments, there were comments like "How disgusting~", "There aren't many anchors like you who are so pretentious and not innocent nowadays", "Seriously, anchor, if you were a real man and did this, I might be interested", and so on.
But this is her style, probably. After interacting with the comments, the girl perked up and started to tidy up her clothes. Being in a fully enclosed self-circulating room is a benefit for her as a civilian employee, and if she is energetic, it will make the people in this workplace happy. In a sense, it is really no different from reality.
After answering the question in the barrage, the girl looked at her perfect self, took a deep breath, a smile quickly appeared on her face, and then she reached for the handle of the room.
"Uncle Raymond, are you there? I'm here for tea."
Then settle the task for me.
The girl pushed open the iron door and said with a bright smile.
But as soon as she opened the door, a brain-shaking scream filled the girl's eardrums and mind.
It was almost as if the peace and tranquility of the previous few days had been a ridiculous dream. The dark red warning lights shone back and forth, and the corridor was filled with an eerie stickiness .
"Ah, although I don't know which one you mean by Raymond..."
Countless corpses were lying in the familiar corridor.
Light and shadow intertwined, and in a sea of blood, red and rust, a nightmare-like black shadow slowly pulled out the spine from the still twitching corpse.
The slippery sliding and rubbing sounds of the internal organs were clearly transmitted to the girl's eardrum. The sound of blood gushing out with the blood pressure in the body, the friction sound of the internal organs sliding down with gravity after the abdominal cavity was opened, and the subconscious twitching and squeezing sound after the muscle fibers were cut. Everything was instilled in the girl's brain .
This is hell.
Normal consciousness was instantly overwhelmed, leaving only confusion and helplessness.
Corpse.
A headless body nailed to the wall. A headless body slammed into the counter. A headless body beaten into a pulp. A headless body crushed into pieces by an invisible force. A headless body still emitting white smoke from chemical reactions.
All the heads were chopped off and piled up like decorations. The kind people who used to joke with her stared with bulging eyes, and miserable tears of blood flowed down their cheeks. Whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, or people who had met her once, they all seemed to be stored in a grid, staring at the girl with lifeless eyes.
The uncle Raymond who always said he wanted to touch her butt but never dared to do it, the hot-tempered female director Xia who always took good care of her, the boy Jack who had no motivation at all but always wanted to make a lot of money, and the cleaning lady who liked to talk and laugh loudly but never told her her name. The handsome guy with a melancholy face who seemed to have a hidden mission, the female employee who always regarded her as a rival in love, the familiar and the unfamiliar, all stared at her in front of her with bulging eyes, staring at her dully.
The sharp alarm in the entire building sounded like the howling of hell. The black shadow slowly turned around in the dark red blood stain, holding a head with a frozen expression of despair and fear in its other hand, and then the dark red palm slightly pinched. The familiar face in the memory exploded into a ball of powder. As if intoxicated by this morbid behavior, a dark red blood light smudged around the black shadow, causing it to involuntarily take a deep breath. After being intoxicated for a moment, the monster really turned around and looked directly at the girl whose mind was already blank, and narrated seriously and calmly in a hoarse voice that seemed to come from hell:
"But I answered for him. Oh, he's not here. He's dead."
"Because everyone here is dead."
"You are the last."
“——!”
Looking at the jumping and deforming living weapon in the nightmare's hand, the girl's pupils suddenly contracted violently and her breathing stagnated.
