Tyrannosaurus Rex and Xiaojiaohua [The End Times]

What can be seen with the naked eye is that the number of mechanical security guards on the first floor of CCTV has doubled, walking back and forth in the bright hall, invisibly aggravating the tense atmosphere.

Qiao Muqi took the elevator to the 25th floor.

The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a packed audience and busy staff.

Qiao Muxi's eyes fell on the place where the clown was still wantonly attacking yesterday.The marble floor was clean, reflecting the orange light, as if they had no memory of the inexhaustible flow of blood.

"Little Qiao!" The director of the show saw him with sharp eyes, and ran forward in two or three steps, "Are you here? Get ready, the live broadcast will start in 10 minutes."

"Director..." Qiao Muxi asked tentatively, "Why is the broadcast going to be re-broadcasted so soon? Isn't the show a weekly episode?"

"Oh, it's not because there are many discussions on the Internet. We are also a veteran program. The program has never been advanced or postponed in the past [-] years. The program group and I think it is better to make up for half of the program than to stop halfway, so we have to Please come back right away." The director scratched his head, "If the machine didn't break down suddenly yesterday, it wouldn't be such a trouble."

"The machine is damaged?"

"That's right." The director sighed, "Maybe we've only started using live streaming to send programs in the past few years. Those people are not familiar with the machine, and they don't even know how to replace the machine after the warranty period."

The machine was damaged and the live broadcast of the program was terminated. It seems that this is the memory statement implanted by the Security Bureau for them.

Qiao Muxi glanced at the people present, and asked in a low voice, "Then Chen Qin...?"

Chen Qin is dead.

The host is also dead.

These two deaths cannot be denied.

Qiao Muqi stared closely at the director's facial expression with wide eyes, hoping to confirm every subtle muscle line change.

"Chen Qin? Is that the female anchor?" The director curled his lips, "Don't mention it, she passed away unexpectedly. I heard that she passed away when she got home last night. The exact cause of death is unclear. Now many people on the Internet say that there is a problem with our machine, maybe The existence of radiation has killed people. Just kidding, if there is a problem with the machine, will she, Chen Qin, be the first to die?"

"Then...why does the host seem to...?"

"That fat guy?" These words were obviously fueling the flames, and the director scolded angrily: "That ungrateful kid, who was obviously popular on our show, suddenly wanted to go back to District B or become a host in District C. What the hell is going on? ?!"

—Really, no one remembers.

Qiao Muxi felt cold all over.

——He was the only one who remembered the bloody invasion yesterday.

He watched the director's mouth opening and closing with ecstasy, and felt as if the whole world was shrouded in a fog, which was terribly false.

"Okay, okay, don't mention these messy things." The director patted him on the shoulder, "Play well, and fight for 50 star coins!"

"Okay, okay." Qiao Muqi forced a pale smile.

However, it was still difficult to concentrate on the whole show. Thanks to his honesty, he usually memorized those ancient poems fluently over and over again, and he was able to answer a few questions entirely with his subconscious mind.

It's just that there is no time to respond in the answering session, so I can only sit stupidly in my seat in a daze.The eyes are vain.

His mind was occupied with other things.

The host is from District B.

These days, most of the people who jump from the low-level area to the high-level area have no relatives and friends, and a few even lose their original memories.

The Era government has corresponding regulations on region crossing.Jumping from the low area to the high area, all items in the low area will be converted into star coins by government personnel.

I heard that four or fifty years ago, someone suffered a life-threatening outbreak of supernatural powers, and then obtained the qualification to cross over to the high zone.He was the first to try to take advantage of the loopholes in the text, and wanted to take his wife across the region.

The result was unexpected, the emotionless government staff turned the 'wife' into a penny.

This is the famous penny joke.

Making up a lie about the host going to live in another area is enough to fool most people.very sensible.

The more sensible, the more terrifying.

Qiao Muqi ended the live broadcast almost in a trance, and started back to school.

The streets are deserted, there are flying machines that shuttle freely in mid-air, and the ground level is empty, except for a few low-level robots with round bodies appearing occasionally to clean the ground meticulously.

They don't have a realistic appearance. The round red eyes and square mouth form a toy-like face, and the words "cleaning" and "cleaning" are constantly spit out from the mouth, as if reminding themselves to complete the task well.

——It’s not easy to say that someone recovered their memory last night.

Qiao Muqi thought: Does that mean that the possibility of recovering memory is quite high?Sooner or later, we can't hide this matter, right?At that time, the masses will definitely be in turmoil and panic, lest bad luck will come.

Qiao Muqi thought a lot.He clearly knew that with his ability and his IQ, even thinking about it for 100 years would not help, but he couldn't help thinking.These doubts and conjectures were like spider webs, densely packed, binding his hands, feet and every organ, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

He tapped his aching head.

— Someone is following you.

Mu Ding's serious voice suddenly sounded.

--Do not look back.

Mu Ding stopped Qiao Muxi from turning around subconsciously.

Qiao Muqi paused for a second, then turned his head back abruptly.

——Yeah, maybe not following me.

He stammered and refuted from the bottom of his heart, but in fact he had no idea at all.

who is it?

Is it someone from the Security Bureau?

Did they see that he hadn't lost his memory?

Or is the supernatural clown showing up again?

All kinds of doubts welled up in my heart, and the tension suddenly descended.

Qiao Muqi involuntarily quickened his pace, and also noticed the uneven footsteps behind him.

despair.despair.despair.

The sound of footsteps that were not too far or near to him exuded a sense of calmness in control of the overall situation, as if he was sure that he would never get out of his control.

It's broad daylight!

Qiao Muqi kept reassuring himself not to be afraid, but he couldn't stop his fear.

--turn left.

Mu Ding issued an order.

Qiao Muqi couldn't help but spread his legs and ran in two steps, trying to test whether the other party was really following him.

—Is he still there?Is he still following me! ?

The footsteps behind him sped up, keeping a certain distance as if teasing.

——It’s for you!Nine out of ten are not security guards, the only remaining possibility is to destroy the clown.

There was also eagerness in Mu Ding's voice.

"What, what should I do?" Qiao Muxi asked helplessly, his head completely stopped functioning.

Destroy the clown?

With him as an ordinary person without supernatural powers, how can he fight against the Clown of Destruction?

thump!thump!

His heart beat fast following his footsteps, as if it would break through his chest and escape in the next second.

Fear gripped his throat tightly, Qiao Muxi bit his lower lip tightly, his hands and feet trembling.

——There are only cleaning robots on the streets, they have no intelligence and no alarm function.I am urgently notifying the Security Bureau that you must find a way to get back to the TV station.

Mu Ding maintained his usual calmness, quickly analyzed the situation, and came up with the best plan.

But the premise is that Qiao Muqi can last until then.

Qiao Shuxi ran wildly, his legs stomping tirelessly on the ground like a machine, but he couldn't get rid of the stalker at all.

——I, I feel that he is getting closer and closer to me!what to do!what to do!

--Turn right!Turn right!

——Where is right?I can't tell the difference!

Qiao Muqi suddenly realized the problem.

——Muding, did I go in the wrong direction?

Mu Ding hesitated for two seconds, instead of making trouble, he comforted him: It's okay, keep running.

It’s over.

This thought occupies all mind.

It's over.How could you go wrong at such a critical moment?

Mu Ding spoke again: There is a self-service store 200 meters ahead!I have induced a personal space in advance, you just need to run in to be safe!

Self-service store?

personal space?

Yes, personal space.

In the blink of an eye, Arbor Qi remembered that one of the characteristics of Area A is to encourage the maximum use of personal space.All traditional public facilities such as shops and shopping malls can be activated by the optical brain to generate a corresponding simulated personal space, so that one person can enjoy the facilities exclusively without contacting others.

The Doom Clown has no brain!

Even space-type supernatural beings can't break through this subspace in a short time!

With a glimmer of life in sight, Qiao Muqi swallowed in panic, clenched his fists and bit his upper and lower teeth, and ran with all his strength for the last short 50 meters.

- 50 meters.

- 30 meters.

— ten meters.

Mu Ding's cold voice was like the last life-saving rope, providing an unprecedented sense of security.

——The door of the mall is open!quick!

Qiao Muqi turned around urgently, and felt a sharp pain in his ankle.

The people behind seemed to be aware of his inner calculations, and they were also quickening their pace.

--quick!

"quick--"

Qiao Muqi held back the pain, half dragged his legs and rushed in, accidentally hooked his left foot to his right foot, and rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

"Ding--"

"Welcome to the personal self-service store. This store implements non-mechanical self-service vending. Customers are asked to choose the products they need and pay the corresponding star coins at the sales office. Warning: This store is audited daily by the 852 department of the self-service store of the Epoch Government. There is no Users who pay Star Coins honestly will be guilty of Section 652 of the District A Purchase Act. …”

A pleasant artificial recording came from my ears.Qiao Muqi looked back tremblingly, and saw a person pressing his face tightly against the glass door, with a big smile on his mouth, and knife-cut scars extending from the corners of his mouth.

"Hu-hu-"

Qiao Muqi gasped in shock, his eyelids trembling.

He wiped his face, wiped the damp from it, and sniffed again.

Only then did his eyes fall on the red and swollen ankle.

——The left ankle is moderately sprained. Do not move for now.

Mu Ding probably regained his composure, and resumed his voice of refusing to be thousands of miles away: he changed the address for help again, and got a response from the Security Bureau 6 seconds ago.

Then just wait for rescue.

The people blocking the door didn't know how to temporarily cover up the conspicuous clown lines, but the green curly hair and the hand with the skull ring were still eye-catching.

Jack.

It's Jack.

"Why are they... pestering me?" Mu Ding covered his beating heart and wondered, "Why, they keep pestering me?"

But Mu Ding didn't answer.

Qiao Muqi was still full of uneasiness.

He couldn't figure out why the Clown of Doom was holding on to the ordinary him, and now the thin glass door couldn't make him feel at ease at all.

He was afraid that Jack could use the space transfer ability to break through this closed subspace at any time, and then there would be no escape.

What should we do at this time?

The only person in Qiao Muqi's mind who could fight the clown was Shen Dechuan.

That person is omnipotent.

Just when he was hesitating whether to take the initiative to contact his ex-boyfriend who had been separated for two years, a little girl with dark brown long hair appeared in front of his eyes.He looked less than eight or nine years old, with a round face and nose, black and white eyes, a lollipop in his mouth, and a pink brain on his wrist.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The little girl looked up at Jack with a surprised expression: "Green hair, so amazing."

Jack showed a cruel smile at Qiao Muqi, and then put his palm on the little girl's head: "Baby, are you alone?"

Oops!

This is bad!

Qiao Muqi hurriedly grabbed the shelf next to him to support his body.

In the wilderness, why did a little girl without supernatural powers appear alone? !

The author has something to say: Xiao Qiao, don't be afraid!

You are the protagonist!you!don't die!

eternal life!