Thinking

In the compressed space, even light slows down its pace.

It is also like the labyrinth of the Minotaur. If no one guides or invites you, and you just wander aimlessly in it, you will never be able to reach the deeper parts of the half-hidden place, even if the wind inside has blown people away.

Zuo Wu tilted his head. Under the leadership of Liang Guling, they had entered the passage to the deeper levels.

Suddenly, it was as if he had returned to the void that Bai Ace had brought him into before; the superficial appearances of living beings emerged and collapsed in front of him, but people outside would never know that their appearance had been peeped.

Or be intoxicated by the ugliness of fur, or hold back the urge to urinate in a deliberately created crisis and enjoy the approach of death.

Jin Mian also silently watched such a floating scene in this high-dimensional passage; the customer injured his foot in the artificial tree shadow arranged at the auction, half-squatting on the ground, listening to the dead leaves around him being blown away.

The sound of crushing.

The guest saw the orc approaching him - like a hungry wolf, its hair was somewhat bald, and some of its hair was clogged with blood from the wounds that could not be combed away.

The wolf-shaped orc gasped and opened his tired and thin arms, but the thick shadow cast still completely covered the guest's excited smile.

It is said.

Before death, people can unleash unimaginable potential; adrenaline is secreted vigorously, which is a fatal and seductive poison to the body and spirit.

Customers who come here to enjoy such danger have been conquered by this near-death pleasure. They absolutely cannot tolerate any "simulation" and must make the process of being hunted extremely real.

The customer who had already enjoyed the abuse of his life finally felt the breath of crisis for the first time in a long time, and the advancement of biology allowed his body to maintain a certain level of functional peak even if it had been soaked by alcohol and sex.

Under the thrill of survival, his body at its peak explodes with abilities that are usually unimaginable.

The guest pounced on the orc.

pity.

Just like the animals in the slaughterhouse are full of love for licking their calves, they are also full of determination to not be separated from their offspring.

However, the determination in his pearly eyes means nothing in front of the butcher knife of industrialization.

Wolf-type orcs are not "butcher's knives", but the bald spots and wounds on their bodies are the most glorious proof of their repeated empty-handed hunting.

The customer's attack was just speed and momentum, so meaningless; the werewolf stretched out his claws towards him and scratched lightly.

Jin Mian bit her lip and stretched out her hand toward the rupturing scene.

Out of reach.

The customer fell into the arms of the werewolf, and the werewolf completed a cookie-cutter job:

“Thank you for your patronage.”

"...Come on, I'll press my face into your chest and let me smell...the white hairs on your chest!"

"Additional money is required."

"It's easy to say, hurry up... hurry up!"

The down on the werewolf's chest was the only white left on his scarred body. Although it was stained with mud, it was still pleasing to the eye in the darkness of death.

The orc silently pressed the customer's face to his chest, and the white hair was stained by the warmth sprayed from his mouth and nose, and quickly became cold again.

However.

The werewolf quickly stopped, stood up, pushed the customer with ecstasy on his face to the side, and smoothly removed the memory chip from the back of his head.

The customer is dead and will be resurrected from the backup, and the memory in the chip will be tasted again and again as the best appetizer.

This is a passionate and exciting memory.

The werewolf just threw the body away, prepared to deliver the chip with indifferent eyes, and then prepared for the same job next time.

This is an empty and numb daily life.

Jin Mian took back his outstretched hand.

Just watching the waswolf's skinny back leave, watching that corpse will become new fertilizer for the soil in the artificial jungle, and the remaining bones will also become the atmosphere embellishment of the jungle hunting.

Watch this scene disappear like a bubble, blending into the thousands of everyday things that emerge in the passage; if you miss it at a glance, you will never find it again.

This isn't quite right.

Although Jin Mian knew that she would not get a satisfactory answer, she couldn't help but catch up with Liang Guling and said, "This is not right."

The lawyer shook his head, and then secretly glanced at Zuo Wu, who seemed to have revealed her worries, and thought to herself that something was not right about her state.

But he still steeled himself and turned around without slowing down at all: "Any doubts? Guest Officer Jinmian?"

Jin Mian took a breath and pointed around: "These games, and... it's just not quite right anyway."

"If you think there is a problem with the treatment of orc employees, you can complain to the Labor Arbitration Department; if you think there is a problem with the personal safety of customers, you can also call the Market Supervision Department, but Xiaoling personally recommends that there is no need to do so."

"Why?" Miss Orc asked, but she was already prepared to be disappointed.

really.

Liang Guling has no obligation to let Jinmian retain unrealistic dreams:

"The so-called lawyer, after all, is still a service industry, but you should always pay attention to what new business you can get around you. When Xiaoling went to inquire about the tickets to the deeper levels, she also did some research;"

"Anyway, the hunting game you just saw is well-known."

"Nearly 40% of the guests will become repeat customers. The remaining 60% of the memory backups can be sold at a good price after being made into dream videos and posted online. After all, not everyone has the courage to die in person and can experience it virtually.

It’s also a good solution;”

"In addition, regarding the treatment of employees, anyway, the income of orcs here, the basic salary alone is equivalent to three to seven times that outside, not including various performance commissions;"

"In addition, they are subsidized for injuries and overtime work, and they also purchase insurance for the orcs - after all, some customers resist very fiercely; the only difference in life insurance is that even if the orcs' memories are only backed up once every day when commuting to and from get off work, That’s it, it can’t be synchronized in real time.”

Jin Mian listened, and his ears stood up many times, then dropped helplessly.

Liang Guling spread his hands: "Anyway, Xiaoling, I didn't find any obvious flaws in terms of service quality or employee treatment. Maybe it's because I'm not good at learning. If there are any deficiencies, please feel free to enlighten me."

These words are somewhat prickly, pricking Jinmian and Liang Guling himself.

Hunting games are loved by nobles. These huge and popular games are always closely coupled with the law. Could it be that the rules have changed their shape?

Wouldn't it be particularly redundant and ridiculous to defend this game by yourself?

The lawyer pursed his lips, turned back quietly, and glanced at Zuo Wu, who was listening to everything with great interest, and finally stopped at Jin Mian.

Should I apologize to the orc lady?

But what should I say when I apologize? Just talk about a problem that I haven't even thought about? Or use my professional knowledge to help Miss Orc analyze the possible legal loopholes here?

It seems even more ridiculous.

Jin Mian's footsteps were silent, but no longer as high-spirited as usual. Liang Guling felt that this was so similar to herself at the moment——

Just a few days ago, I was still a lawyer who held his head high because he had mastered many laws and had a good relationship with the chief referee. He firmly believed that all injustices in the world would be fairly adjudicated in the league.

Now he is just like a lost dog, but what he has lost is his faith, which is more serious than losing his "home".

There are only a few steps to the entrance to the deeper levels.

An impulse suddenly emerged in Liang Guling's empty chest. No matter what, just talk to Jin Mian; even if it was a complaint that was so boring that the other party would not even respond, or a joke that slandered the alliance's laws.

This is a high-dimensional channel in compressed space, and it takes tens to hundreds of years for signals to be transmitted; even light has slowed down because of this. Why can't I temporarily put aside the worries of being a lawyer?

No matter what, just talk about it.

pity.

Determination comes a step too late.

In the sway of space, under the leadership of Liang Guling himself.

The group of people entered the depths of the auction.

Liang Gu Ling, who had just become a skeleton girl, quietly put on the smile mask that she, as a lawyer, had already worn out of shape on her face.

…

Ai Shanshan is not an elegant person.

On the contrary, she is a lazy girl who will only do the minimum cleaning of anything except her own collection of creations.

If it weren't for Levina's silent dedication as a maid, the small nest he and Zuo Wu had casually arranged would probably not even be able to stand up.

And most of his life, he either spent it in the ivory tower-like environment of the Pilot Corps, or spent his days as a law enforcer on a dead planet.

Therefore, she had no idea of ​​the so-called "elegance". Her only knowledge was those old movies from thousands of years ago, and she still couldn't figure out whether those pictures were elegant palaces or simple villages.

The reason is very simple. For example, in the Napoleonic era, aluminum wares were regarded as elegant gadgets that surpassed gold and silver wares, but productivity could not keep up. From the current perspective, there is indeed no difference between palaces and toilets a thousand years ago.

But even so.

When the Siren steps into this depth.

The word "elegance" slowly appeared in her mind automatically.

Siren was puzzled and turned around: "Zuo Wu, what do you think of the atmosphere here?"

Zuo Wu tilted his head and observed for a while: "It's very elegant."

"You think so too!"
To be continued...