The small turm caused by the anonymous mindset made the farmers really start the work in the field until five in the morning.
Although it took less than 24 hours to enter this game, every farmer quickly adapted to this new form of life: when you are blind, it is time to work, otherwise every minute of time can mean the future. Hungry.
To be honest, the days when I didn't need to work for more than ten hours but have food to eat, now I want to come, it is far from reality.
"Sister, you think about it." When Lin Sanshui lowered his head and continued to cultivate the land, Ji Shanqing's voice still echoed in her mind - "If you must let him live, my thoughts will not be implemented." ”
She did not expect that the reason for the gift bag to give up Han Pingping is basically the same as the mind in the anonymous mental zone, because they can't support so many people. When she retorted the three food **** and got it all together, the gift bag sighed.
"Sister," he showed signs of weakness before he entered the game. After a day of high-consumption agriculture, the face seemed to be transparent at the moment, and it looked like a ghost to the west. "Only three people are given to him every day, and we can afford it. But the problem is that doing so is tantamount to consolidating its rules for this game..."
"I don't understand." Lin San wine whispered.
"The clearance method for this game is to find the exit. Yesterday's search has confirmed that the export is not so hidden in a corner, it is even more necessary for us to focus on finding the exit."
When Ji Shanqing said this, look around and see other people farming, rest and rest, and lower the voice and say: "But where do we spend most of our energy? Calculate output, tax, and who eats More people who eat less these problems. As we add less and consume more and more, our energy will get worse and worse... The worse the energy, the more we can think about tomorrow's rations. In other words, the situation is now carefully designed so that we can only consider what is in front of us."
Although only one day passed, Lin Sanjiu also felt it. In order to maintain her immediate needs, she has spent a lot of effort. The only thing she can think about in her mind is "How many food **** are produced today to ensure that everyone will not die tomorrow" - even if it is not only the day after tomorrow, she feels tired. Thinking is not moving.
"We can only struggle on the survival line every day, naturally there is no energy to do what we should do." Ji Shanqing shook his head and said: "Even if there is more than one food ball, it is a step away from the survival line. It's a little less time we struggled... Only in this way can we do what really matters, that is, look for exports. If we can't get out, Han will still die because there is no work, just waste our food. ""
He said everything right, but Lin San wine can't calm down.
"Would you like to sacrifice Han Pingping?" she asked, "for his life, let us live?"
Ji Shanqing certainly knows that she is absolutely unwilling to give up the life of any companion – so he proposed a solution to death.
"I can read his data." From the look of the package, it is obviously difficult for him to understand the impact of this statement on human beings: "I have his data, wait for us to go out, then look for it." A place puts him 'written'. For him, it is the difference between the last second and the next, he can't feel anything."
What is the original Korean age?
"He will die in this room."
So, is Han Sang-ping, who was written outside this room, or is he himself?
Yes, Lin Sanjiu understands that the other "self" written by the gift package, the cells, fibers, thoughts, and memories are the same as the original samples. This is not the same as cloning; if you read the data, the original sample thinks "I want to eat tonight" and then dies. When the data is once again written out of the entity, he will continue to think. That restaurant seems to be closed." For him, there will be no pause in the middle.
But even so, the original Korean-year-old, who was struggling with her in the modern world, laughing, sweating and tears, did she die forever?
"It is the first step to let him die." Ji Shanqing concluded in the end, "My plan must be implemented on this basis."
Lin Sanjiu worked in silence for more than half an hour, until a new mind appeared in the anonymous mind area, and this unanswered question was temporarily suppressed.
"If someone is dead, what will his position be?" The line hangs with such a line.
Everyone looked at the text on the wall for a while, and their eyes crossed each other, as if they were inadvertently not staying. This mind is closer to the question of the rules of the game than the direct malice against Han Pingping; but it makes the atmosphere between the people more and more weird, as if everyone now wants to be farther away from others.
"I didn't think about it," the woman shrugged and said. "If a person dies, the things in the backpack will not be followed by death. Should they be able to replace others?"
She just broke her own hoe, but she never looked for a reed to repair it. It happened that the farmer's farmland had grown up in a cluster of young crops and entered a stage where she could not use her **** for the time being. When she saw her, she didn't mention it, and she didn't take the initiative to ask. The two of them even seldom met their eyes; occasionally, the paintings were whispered with people, and the objects were often Horst or inter-living.
"We don't know when someone is dead." Lin Sanjiu hopes to spread their attention away from the wall and say, "I don't think it is necessary now."
The text on the wall changed immediately, not responding to her, but it was like responding to the last thought.
"I think it depends on who is dead. If the non-peasant is dead, the work of the person is distributed among the people. It should be almost the same. For example, Lu painting, her work takes only a few minutes, one day. It's idle until late... It's no different to have one person and two.”
Lu painting suddenly blushes, and the angerful eyes stare at the female body.
The woman looked back at her coldly and said, "This is not my mind."
Lin San wine is screaming in her ears; seeing the painting of Lu, she wants to open her mouth. She snorted and said: "Don't quarrel for the sake of nothing! Let's continue what to do, the more women plant, the painting, the Go search for the exit."
"We have all found it. There is no place in this room that can be opened. It is also a waste of effort to find it."
"Then you will rest." Lin Sanjiu blocked his mouth with a word. She has no heart at all to listen to him complaining.
...that was the heart of her thoughts.
It was not a very clear and clear thought that had been in my mind for a long time; as one of the chaos and hundreds of thoughts, the idea swept past her heart, so fast that she did not realize it. It existed until it was captured by the mind area and lit up on the wall. Lin Sanjiu recognized that it was his own mind.
In the face of this kind of game, no one will inevitably have a similar idea; she understands this truth and is still uncomfortable.
She closed her eyes and took a low breath.
Not far away, the **** is quietly comforting the painting: "...that is, we all prove that we contributed, you don't have to go to the heart."
"If it weren't for us non-farmers," Lu said with indignation, "Who can find the entire room?"
Between the peasants and the non-farmers, it seems that they have been torn apart by a crack.
"Then what are you going to find next?" Hurst and they are newcomers, and they are better to talk.
Inter-sheng and Lu paintings were heard, but they turned their heads involuntarily to the other side of the room - even with them, others also cast their eyes together.
“The Ombudsman,” Lu said, “You think, how do we do better next?”
This morning was really enough for the soldiers to be so chaotic, so that Lin San wine almost forgot that Spartan had not spoken. It is also a coincidence that Spartan, who had been sternly guarded, just reappeared when he was asking for a painting. He seemed to have just woken up.
The backpack and the blanket were rolled up and reached the corner of the corner; he leaned on his head, and the pair of eyes behind the blond hair that was falling down were still sleepy. "……what?"
The students quickly repeated it. He was troubled by no reason yesterday. Although he was not happy at the time, he seems to have forgotten it now. "Sorry, it's noisy that you are sleeping." He even said an apology. "But we all want to know what you think?"
Lin Sanjiu said that Spartan didn't think about it at all. He hasn't moved the place since yesterday evening, I don't know what to do, even the export is no longer looking for, and has been rested comfortably to the present. Thinking of this, she subconsciously glanced at the anonymous area.
She had thought that she would see complaints about Spartan - after all, he really wants to talk about it, he is now the only one who has a food ball but does nothing but Han, but in the mind area, Not even a protest.
"... let me think about it." Sbaan slouched his knees and said.
"Okay," nodded nodly. "When do you need to add food balls, let me know, I will collect taxes, so I can bring you a ration by the way."
The wall is still empty.
Lin Sanshui and Spartan have a very close relationship, so they still don't have any misunderstandings; but others are full of understanding of him, and she does not understand. When the farmers harvested two food balls, Spartan still said nothing, except rest was a break - the same, no one complained, no one urged.
During this period, the female had to find a farm tool for the painting. Because there are Lin San wine all persuasion, even if the latter has a face, he still barely received the price of two food balls; this way, the two hours of the morning, the woman is still dry.
When he stood up and prepared to collect taxes, Horst hesitated to open his mouth.
"Can you give each person a hand?" He scratched his face and asked no one. "You have to save Han, I don't have any opinions. You can give him his own food ball. But I just have a few food balls. It's hard to get it. I forced the ball to go out and bear the loss together... I don't think this is fair."
After a pause, he added: "I think the heart on the wall is right. The so-called survival of the fittest, I can't adapt to this situation, can't live, is not the reason for unconditional support for others... If I have On the day of being beaten by the fittest, I don't blame you, can't I?”
Han Sangping just moved at this moment. When Lin Sanjiu cast his gaze, he found that he did not know when he had already opened his eyes.
Chapter end
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