When Zai Zong saw this, he couldn't help being stunned. He blinked and stared at the opposite side carefully.

this.

Isn't this a real person?

No! It’s modeling!

But isn’t this too realistic!?

The fine lines of plush on the clothes, the dirt in the folds, and the texture of linen on the headgear are just like the real thing!

And the piles of TVs behind him don't look like game models at all. The texture, light and shadow are just right, and the reflective display glass is just like in reality. It doesn't matter whether it's real or fake!

At this moment, Zai always suspected that this was not a game, but a VR movie and TV series!

"Brothers, can you tell clearly that this is a game? Anyway, at first glance, I thought it looked like reality."

People in the live broadcast room were also shocked by the fine picture quality. Some people immediately said that this is not a game, but a film and television drama, and it just uses a game-style performance effect.

But other people think it's still a game, but it's just too awesome.

Mr. Zai felt the same way. Having experienced it himself, he still found some differences after the first look.

There are still traces of modeling, but they are not obvious, so the first person who sees it has the illusion of reality.

This was only discovered by him through personal experience. The viewers watching the live broadcast through the screen were not Leeuwenhoek. They did not and would not make such observations.

After looking at the barrage, Zai ignored it. He put away his surprised expression and looked at the person wearing the hood opposite.

He lowered his head and made no movement, but his slight breathing and rising and falling chest indicated that he was still alive, but seemed to have fainted.

At the same time, his right hand was imprisoned on the table, with his fingers spread apart and bound by their roots.

Mr. Zai noticed that his left hand was also imprisoned on the table by the same device, but he felt that this thing looked familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was for the moment.

But the audience in the live broadcast room recognized it.

Finger-cutting instrument of torture!

Cutting it off from top to bottom like a tiger head guillotine was a tool used for torture a long time ago.

When Zai Zong saw the barrage, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Looking at the situation between himself and the two people opposite him, as well as the obvious card table in front of him, he immediately understood what kind of card game this was!

It’s a bloody game of suffering!

At this moment, the piles of TV sets suddenly turned on, making noise and flashing snowflakes.

It suddenly woke up the hooded man opposite, causing him to panic and struggle!

But the tightly imprisoned right palm did not move at all, which made him extremely anxious, and he even started to pull the instrument of torture.

Mr. Zai stared with wide eyes. Before he could react, a figure appeared on all the TV sets.

A man wearing a cold mask.

Through the black and white screen, he slowly turned his head and looked directly at Mr. Zai, making his hair stand up and his Adam's apple surging.

In this quiet environment, there was only the hoarse and deep male voice coming from the black and white TV.

"I want to play a game with you."

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