Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1390: further tear

The small commotion caused by the anonymous concern area made the farmers not really start working in the fields until five o'clock in the morning.

Although it has been less than 24 hours since entering this game, every farmer has quickly adapted to this new form of life: when you open your eyes, it is time to work, otherwise every minute of wasted time may mean that of future hunger.

To be honest, the days when I didn’t have to work for more than ten hours but still have food to eat are so far away and unrealistic when I think about it now.

"Sister, please think about it." When Lin Sanjiu lowered her head and continued to plow the fields, Ji Shanqing's voice still echoed in her mind - "If he must be kept alive, my thoughts will not change." Possible implementation."

She also didn't expect that the reason why Han Suiping was given up on the gift package was basically the same as the one in the anonymous worry area, both because they couldn't feed so many people. When she retorted that the three food **** would come out evenly, Libao sighed.

"Sister," he had already shown signs of weakness before entering the game. After more than a day of exhausting farm work, his complexion seemed to be almost transparent at this moment, and he looked similar to the ghostly Yuan Xiangxi. Very similar. "We can indeed afford to only give him three pills every day. But the problem is that doing so is tantamount to helping the game consolidate its rules..."

"I don't understand." Lin Sanjiu whispered.

"The way to clear the game is to find the exit. Yesterday's search has confirmed that the exit is not as simple as hiding in a corner, and we need to focus more on finding the exit."

When Ji Shanqing said this, he looked around and saw other people farming and resting. He lowered his voice and said, "But where do we spend most of our energy? On calculating output and taxes. , who eats more and who eats less. As we supplement less and less and consume more and more, our energy will become worse and worse...the worse our energy is, the less we can think. Tomorrow's rations. In other words, the current situation is carefully designed so that we can only think about the present and have no time to think about other things."

Although it had only been a day, Lin Sanjiu felt it. In order to maintain the immediate need to survive, she has exhausted all her energy. All she can think about is "how many food **** can be produced today to ensure that everyone does not die tomorrow" - even if it is only the day after tomorrow, she feels exhausted. I can't think anymore.

“We can only struggle on the line of survival every day, and naturally we don’t have any energy to do what we need to do.” Ji Shanqing shook his head and said, “Even one more food ball will keep us away from survival. One step at a time reduces the time we have to struggle... Only in this way can we do the really important thing, which is to find an exit. If we can't get out, Han Suiping will eventually die because he has no job, which is just a waste of us. Just food."

What he said was correct, but Lin Sanjiu couldn't calm down.

"Then we have to sacrifice Han Suiping?" she asked, "give his life in exchange for our survival?"

Of course Ji Shanqing also knew that she was absolutely unwilling to give up the life of any of her companions - so he proposed a solution to death.

"I can read his data." Judging from the expression on the gift bag, it was obviously difficult for him to emotionally understand the impact of these words on human beings: "I have stored his data until we get out. , and then find a place to 'write' it out. For him, it's the difference between the last second and the next, and he can't feel anything."

Where is the original Han Suiping?

"He will die in this room."

So, is the Han Suiping who was programmed outside this room still the same person?

Yes, Lin Sanjiu understood that the cells, fibers, thoughts, and memories of the other "self" written in the gift package were the same as the original ones. This is not the same as cloning; if when reading data, the original sample thought "I want to eat tonight" and then died, when this set of data is written out of the entity again, he will continue to think " The restaurant seems to be closed”—there would be no pause for him.

But even so, is the original Han Suiping, the Han Suiping who struggled, laughed, sweated and cried with her in the modern world, dead forever?

"Letting him die is the first step." Ji Shanqing finally concluded, "My plan must be implemented on this basis."

Lin Sanjiu worked in silence for more than half an hour, until a new thought appeared in the anonymous worry area, and she temporarily suppressed this unanswered question.

"If someone dies, what happens to his job?" This line of writing is clearly hanging on the wall.

Everyone looked at the words on the wall for a while, their eyes passing over each other, as if inadvertently without stopping. Compared with the malicious intention directed at Han Suiping just now, this thought was closer to questioning the rules of the game; but it made the atmosphere among everyone more and more weird, as if everyone now hopes to be further away from others.

"I haven't thought about it," Nuyue shrugged and said. "When a person dies, the items in the backpack will not die with him, so they should be replaced by others, right?"

She just broke her hoe, but she never asked Lu Hua to repair it - it happened that clumps of green seedlings had grown in Nuyue's farmland, and she had entered a stage where the **** was temporarily unavailable. Seeing that she didn't mention it, Lu Hua didn't take the initiative to ask. The two of them rarely even looked at each other. Occasionally, Lu Hua whispered a few words to someone, and the person was usually Host or Jiansheng.

"We won't know until someone dies." Lin Sanjiu hoped to draw their attention away from the wall and said, "There is no need to think about this now."

The writing on the wall changed immediately. It was not responding to her, but seemed to be responding to the previous thought.

"I think it depends on who dies. If a non-farmer dies, that person's work should be distributed among everyone, and it should be about the same. For example, Lu Hua, her work only takes a few minutes That’s all, I’m idle all day long... It doesn’t make any difference if one person holds two jobs.”

Lu Hua's face suddenly turned red, and his angry eyes immediately focused on Nuyue.

Nv Yue looked back at her coldly and said, "This is not what I had in mind."

Lin Sanjiu's ears were buzzing; seeing Lu Hua about to open her mouth, she shouted in a hoarse voice: "Don't quarrel over something that has no shadow! Let's go on with what we are doing. The girl is farming, Lu is Hua, you go search for the exit."

"We have all searched, but there is no place in this room that can be opened. It will be in vain to search again." Jian Sheng sat next to Lu Hua and said.

"Then just rest." Lin Sanjiu blocked his mouth with one sentence. She had no intention of listening to his complaints right now.

...The worry just now was hers.

That was not a very clear thought that had been circulating in her mind for a long time; as one of hundreds of chaotic thoughts, that thought passed through her heart so fast that even she He didn't realize its existence - it wasn't until his thoughts were captured and illuminated on the wall that Lin Sanjiu recognized that they were his own thoughts.

Facing this kind of game, everyone will inevitably have similar thoughts; she understands this truth, but she still feels uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Not far away, Jian Sheng was comforting Lu Hua in a low voice: "...That's right, we have all proven our contribution, you don't need to take it to heart."

"If it weren't for us non-peasants," Lu Hua said angrily, "who would have searched the entire room?"

A rift seems to have been opened between farmers and non-farmers.

"Then what are you going to do next?" Host and them are both newcomers, so they are relatively easy to talk to.

After hearing this, Jian Sheng and Lu Hua involuntarily turned their heads to look at the other side of the room - and others also looked at them.

"Inspector," Lu Hua asked loudly, "what do you think we should do better next?"

This morning was so chaotic that Lin Sanjiu almost forgot that Sibaan had not spoken. Coincidentally, Siba'an, who was originally blocked, happened to be revealed again when Lu Hua was asking questions - he actually seemed to have just woken up.

The backpack and blanket were rolled up and propped against the corner; he was half-leaning on them, his eyes still sleepy behind his messy blond hair. "...What?"

Jian Sheng quickly repeated it. He was given a hard time for no reason yesterday. Although he was unhappy at the time, he seemed to have forgotten all about it now. "Sorry for disturbing you when you sleep." He even apologized, "But we all want to know what you think?"

As for Lin Sanjiu, Sibaan didn’t think so. He hasn't moved since yesterday evening. He doesn't know what to plan. He doesn't even look for the exit anymore and has been resting comfortably until now. Thinking of this, she subconsciously glanced at the anonymous worry area.

She originally thought that she would see complaints against Si Baan - after all, he is the only person besides Han Suiping who holds food **** but does nothing - but she is worried. There was not even a single protest.

"...Let me think about it." Sibaan lazily bent his knees and said.

"Okay," Jian Sheng nodded, "Whenever you need to replenish the food balls, just tell me and I will collect the tax, so that I can bring you another ration."

The walls are still empty.

Lin Sanjiu and Sibaan have a close relationship, so there is no misunderstanding; but others are also full of understanding of him ~IndoMTL.com~ She is a little confused. When the farmers harvested two more food balls, Siba'an still said nothing, except to rest, just rest - again, no one complained or urged.

During this period, Nuyue had to ask Lu Hua to repair her farm tools. Because of Lin Sanjiu's persuasion, the latter reluctantly accepted the price of two food **** even with a straight face. In this way, Nuyue's two hours this morning were in vain.

When Jim stood up and prepared to collect taxes, Hoster opened his mouth hesitantly.

"Can everyone hand over their own?" He scratched his face and asked without looking at anyone. "If you want to save Han Suiping, I don't have any objection. Just give him your own food balls. But I only have a few food balls. It's not easy to get them. You force me to hand them over and bear the loss together... I think this is unfair."

After a pause, he added: "I think the thought on the wall is right. The so-called survival of the fittest. If you can't adapt to the situation and survive, that's no reason to let others support you unconditionally... If there comes a day when I am eliminated by the fittest, I won’t blame you, okay?”

Han Suiping moved slightly at this moment - when Lin Sanjiu glanced at him, she found that he had already opened his eyes at some point.