Black net.

Live broadcast section.

A live broadcast room called [Seven Deadly Sins - Trial] is rising in popularity.

In the live broadcast room, the screen is divided into eight blocks.

Seven of the blocks show seven different rooms.

There was a person in each room, but he seemed to be in a coma and sleeping, lying without movement.

Among the seven blocks is a largest block.

In this block, there is a man wearing a pure black mask.

Because it is very close to the camera, the person only exposed the part above his neck and cannot identify his gender.

The background is pure white, and it is impossible to guess where you are.

The camera is located directly in front of him, and the man is looking motionless, giving people the feeling of being staring at everyone in front of the screen, making people feel a little shivered in their hearts.

[What is this? Fancy live broadcast killing? Is it too old-fashioned?]

【It’s killing again? It’s killing again? It’s killing again? Is it a lot of people every day? Can you play some new tricks?】

【Bored, this is not the live broadcast I want to watch.】

[As a 5-year-old user of Black Network, I have to sigh that Black Network live broadcasts are becoming more and more boring now. These anchors have rigid thinking and live in a comfortable zone that relies on killing people to attract attention all day long. It is like a pool of stagnant water, and there is no vitality to see.]

[My evaluation is... not as good as the young lady who was engaged in performance art on the school playground some time ago.]

As the number of viewers in the live broadcast room continues to increase, the number of barrage scenes has surged.

However, since the current live broadcast content is too boring, the black-net audience with an impetuous mentality obviously did not buy it, and there was a lot of scolding.

There are too many live broadcasts of murders, and they are already flooding.

The audience has long been aesthetically exhausted, and it is difficult for people to buy it if they only kill but not work.

The masked man didn't know whether he didn't watch the barrage or was calm and kept silent.

If it weren't for the eyeballs that sometimes turned, it would even make people wonder if he was a corpse.

...

This is a small dark room.

The walls around are pure black, and there is not even a window.

There are only four top corners with narrow ventilation openings to prevent people in the room from being suffocated to death.

An incandescent lamp above illuminates the environment like a cell very brightly.

The room is extremely simple to arrange.

A wooden bed, a wooden stool, a computer desk, a computer and a large monitor hanging on the wall.

For a moment, Zhang Shuan even suspected that he was in a prison.

"What the hell is this?" He rubbed his back, which was sore, "Don't I sleep in the comfortable spring bed in the room of Home Inn?"

He didn't know whether he should say that his vigilance was too poor, or the guy who kidnapped him was too clever.

From beginning to end, I didn't notice it at all, which was really outrageous.

Zhang Shuan thought about whether his identity was exposed and he was invited to have coffee by people from the country?

But then I thought about it, a talent like him should not be treated like this no matter how much.

At least I won't be locked in such a shattered little dark room.

Zhang Shuan touched the slightly hot mark on his wrist.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a task trigger.

All of this is very likely to be the work of a time thief.

Of course, Zhang Shuan could not enter the game at this time.

Now he is mostly under the nose of others. Once he does something stupid, he will definitely have to bear unimaginable consequences.

Since that guy didn't kill him in his sleep, nor did he cut off one of his hands and feet to vent his anger.

This means that there is most likely no hatred between the other party and him.

This shows that Zhang Shuan is likely to be involved in it because of his own body savior.

His identity now should be just an ordinary old unlucky guy.

The other party must have other plans to place him here.

The situation was not that dangerous, and Zhang Shuan could take his time to understand the guy's purpose.

I put on my clothes and touched my pocket, but my phone was not taken away.

I took it out and saw that there was no signal.

In this case, the function of this thing is not much different from a brick.

Similarly, Zhang Shuan's wallet remained intact.

It seems that the guy didn't touch his stuff.

Of course there is also a possibility that the guy has never contacted him.

This is undoubtedly good news.

"Why do you always feel like this is a small dark room specially used for me to write?" Zhang Shuan stood up and looked around.

There was a bottle of energy drink on the table. He sat at the computer desk and turned on the computer.

Soon, he made a discovery that seemed to be able to confirm his conjecture.

All functions in the computer are locked, and only one blank document can be operated.

"No?" Zhang Shuan's eyes twitched slightly, "Can't there really be a time-space thief who is bored and catch me in the small dark room to concentrate on typing?"

He walked around the house and there was a very simple and independent toilet in the corner.

To describe a toilet, it may be a bit reluctant. It is just a small space where you can't stretch your hands. There are a hole the size of a palm on the ground, and a few rolls of toilet paper are prepared next to it.

To be honest, those few rolls of toilet paper are the finishing touch, otherwise Zhang Shuan wouldn't have seen that this was a toilet.

Looking at the hole, the possibility of smashing the place and crawling out from below emerged in my mind.

"It's not the redemption of Shawshank..." Zhang Shuan quickly shook his head and put aside the inexplicable thoughts in his mind.

I have watched too many jailbreak movies like this. The first idea when I saw the toilet in the cell was to dig it out from under the toilet.

In addition, there is a black iron door in the room that fits perfectly with the walls.

Although he knew it was meaningless, Zhang Shuan tried to knock it and shouted a few words.

At least in this way, in the eyes of others, he will be more like a normal person.

No surprises, there was no response outside the door.

Zhang Shuan didn't care either, and looked at the only thing in the room that had not been observed before... the closed large monitor hanging on the wall.

He leaned his face forward.

Suddenly, the screen lit up.

Zhang Shuan was so scared that he took a step back.

A face wearing a pure black mask appeared on the screen. Only a pair of rolling eyes under the mask were seen, and no expression could be seen.

"Very good, you are the one with the best physical fitness among the seven people this time." He looked at Zhang Shuan straight and spoke.

His voice was obviously processed by software, like multiple sounds overlapping and electronic music was added, so it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.

"Is it possible that other people in this class have poor physical fitness? I am just a stinky otaku who has no power to tie a chicken." Zhang Shuan muttered to himself.

The masked man ignored it, or he didn't hear it at all.

"As a reward, you can ask me three questions before others wake up," he said to himself.

"Any problem is OK?" Zhang Shuan said subconsciously.

"Yes." The masked man nodded, stretched out a finger, "One."

"You don't think you are very humorous, do you?" Zhang Shuan's eyes twitched slightly.

"Little bit." The masked man stretched out two fingers, "Two."

Zhang Shuan fell into a brief silence.

At this moment, the live broadcast room is completely different.

[Anchor, I know you can't stand being criticized anymore, but asking you to do something bad!]

[If you don’t know how to broadcast live, don’t broadcast live!]

[If you play this kind of bad joke again, you will be killed by a mud truck when you go out!]
To be continued...