"Survivor": He Just Wanted to See How He Would Die This Time
The ten players, dressed in prison uniforms, appeared to be listening attentively, but in reality, their eyes were subtly drawn to the Young Man in a Hoodie standing behind the disheveled man.
Xu Xi kept his eyes straight ahead.
Every time Rollback the competition, he gets targeted. At first, he felt a little embarrassed, but now he's basically used to these ambiguous stares.
"Alright, everyone get ready to go in." The slovenly man didn't care what the contestants were thinking; as long as the recording went smoothly, everything else could wait.
The Camp gate was in disrepair and made a creaking sound as the staff struggled to push it.
The players tensed up, their eyes filled with wariness as they stepped one by one through the rusty, cobweb-covered door.
After all the contestants had gone inside, the disheveled man waved his hand, signaling the staff to close the door again.
"You can find something to do, anything you want, but it can't interfere with the Production Team's recording."
He casually gave a few instructions to the Young Man in a Hoodie behind him, then eagerly went to the monitoring room.
However, no sooner had he sat down in front of the monitor than he saw the East Asia youth plop down next to him, seemingly... preparing to monitor the screen with him?
Noticing the man's surprised gaze, Xu Xi calmly looked back and said, "Can't I look?"
"Uh... sure, you can." The slovenly man was taken aback by the confident retort, and scratched his hair in annoyance. "Fine, watch if you want, just don't bother me."
After saying that, she ignored him and turned to stare intently at the screen.
This attitude clearly treats Xu Xi as someone who behaves strangely but is ultimately insignificant.
Xu Xi breathed a sigh of relief.
Whatever he does? Is that even a question? Of course, he'll be observing the actions of the other players.
Is there any place with a better God-like perspective than the monitoring room?
He also turned his gaze to the monitor, which consisted of a dozen or so small screens, on which the figures of ten players were clearly visible.
This scene inexplicably gave Xu Xi the illusion of being in control of the whole situation.
Yes, it's an illusion.
By withdrawing from the competition, he avoided the Production Team's so-called tasks, which did bring him temporary safety, and he has even become a superior observer now, but that doesn't mean he is truly safe.
He knew perfectly well that this was a dead file.
But he just wanted to see how he would die, and... how the other players would die.
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As the Camp gate slowly closed behind us, a chilly, damp atmosphere, carrying a strong smell of decay and a hint of rust, rushed towards us.
The ten players maintained a certain distance from each other and looked at one another.
"Is nobody really considering a partnership?" In the end, it was Winniever, the bearded man from the Beautiful Country, who broke the heavy atmosphere once again.
"So eager to cooperate? Sure, you go in first and scout ahead," the woman in the leather jacket gestured, raising her chin.
"I just want to cooperate, I have no intention of sacrificing myself." Winniever sighed helplessly, then shrugged. "Let's go in together then, we can't just stay stuck here."
The Camp is very large. Even though it was once built as a memorial hall, it has been abandoned for so long that only a few remnants of the past remain.
Peeling paint, shattered glass display cases, and unidentified stains everywhere all speak of the desolation of this place.
The emergency light embedded in the ceiling was the only source of light.
As if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, the ten people began to disperse silently, gradually disappearing into the intricate passageways and dilapidated rooms.
Those who can participate in the Mixed-Team Competition all have some means of survival, so they are not particularly worried about exploring alone.
What made them more wary and defensive were the other players.
A capable-looking woman with dyed red curly hair shook her head as she passed Winniever: "I really don't understand what you're thinking. Cooperation? In a place like this, trust is thinner than oxygen."
After she finished speaking, she chose a passage leading to the exhibition hall on the right without hesitation. The soles of her shoes made a clear sound on the floor, and she quickly disappeared around the dim corner.
Winniever watched her retreating figure, then shrugged. "Okay."
He glanced around and quickly followed the woman in the leather jacket who was looking at the photos on the wall one by one.
"What is it?" The woman in the leather jacket glanced at Winniever and asked, squinting.
"What do you think of that Huaguo player who withdrew from the competition?" Winniever asked in a low voice, completely unfazed by her cold and sharp attitude.
He was clearly deliberately avoiding the surveillance cameras in the corner.
The woman in the leather jacket paused slightly, then asked instead of answering, "And what do you think?"
"Tsk." Winniever clicked his tongue. "Quite cautious, ma'am."
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the inconspicuous shadows on the surrounding walls.
"Alright, let me state my opinion first. Don't you think that kid withdrew from the competition too decisively?"