Numerologist

In the early hours of the morning, a truck with a large cargo box was slowly heading towards District [-].

Stopping at the entrance and exit of the fifteenth district, a team of guards stepped forward to check the documents.Mo Zifei, who had been waiting for a long time, took the opportunity to climb up to the roof of the carriage.Take a ride to the hinterland of District [-].

It was pitch black all around, and there were no lights.Xiao Wu was lying on the roof of the car, and he could vaguely see the barren and messy land from the beam of light from the truck's high beam.There were even dried dark brown blood stains on the street and dirt walls.

The truck drove all the way outside the closed hemispherical building in the center. There was a short whitewashed bungalow here, which was a temporary receiving point.Six or seven armed mercenaries came out. After handing over the list to the driver, they opened the door of the truck.

The mercenary leader waved his hands, two mercenaries came up, jumped into the carriage, and pulled out four people from inside, one with each hand like a dead pig.There were a dozen or so people in the carriage, all in a coma and tied with thick ropes.

Look at them weighing people as if they were goods, and unscrupulously discussing how this batch of goods is.Xiao Wu felt his lungs were about to explode, and impulsively wanted to go down to save others, but was grabbed by Mo Zifei.

Mo Zifei shook his head at her with a serious expression.Xiao Wu was not angry, but he couldn't break free from his hand, so he could only be obedient and followed Mo Zifei to jump off the roof of the truck.

One couldn't stand firmly, Xiao Wu almost fell forward with his head on the ground, Mo Zifei quickly grabbed her waist belt.It turned out that this decorative belt was very brittle, and it broke with a tear.

Xiao Wu fell on a big horse.

"Who?!" Hearing the movement, the mercenary leader immediately gripped his gun vigilantly and looked towards the truck.

Three mercenaries stepped forward and checked the truck inside and out again, but found nothing unusual.

Xiao Wu lay on the ground, not daring to move, watching them pass by her several times.When he was about to step on her hand, Xiao Wu moved cautiously.

Mo Zifei stood beside her and looked at her clumsy appearance, and rubbed between his brows helplessly.

The inspecting mercenaries looked back and forth and found no problems. The mercenary leader thought that he was careless, so he waved his hand to signal them to come back.He tore off the list with the small red seal, and returned the copy under the pad to the truck driver, "Okay, you can go back and deal with business."

The people sent in this batch were all thrown in the low bungalows.These newcomers have a 48-hour safety period. During this period, those who sign up for the competition will be allocated a residence near Hell Street and provide free food for [-] days.Those who didn't sign up were given a week's worth of food and then driven out of the center to fend for themselves.

After walking around the bungalow, Mo Zifei said, "Go find someone first."

Except for surveillance cameras installed in heavily guarded places like the control room, there is no surveillance in other places near Hell Street.Firstly, the public security is too poor, the cameras are easy to be destroyed, and the cost of manpower and material resources to maintain the cameras is relatively high; secondly, it is not very meaningful to monitor these people.

The power control center of the [-]th district's power grid and the electromagnetic wave cover is divided into two, one is set up in the Hell Street control room, and the other is set up outside the [-]th district's electric control center.The parallel switch adopted, only when the inner and outer main valves are closed at the same time, the power grid and the electromagnetic wave cover will fail.

With this design, even if the people inside rebel and break through the control room, they still cannot escape from District [-].From the point of view of defensive design, this is a very delicate design, but from the point of view of practical use, it can be described as thoughtful and vicious.

Mo Zifei glanced at the hemispherical Colosseum with its gates closed, then turned to the control room.He intends to see if he can find a list or other registration information first.

Clouds covered the starry sky, and the wind blowing on the face carried a rotten smell.

At this moment, a killing contest is going on in the closed Colosseum.

The newcomers who participated in the competition for the first time only had cold weapons that were randomly assigned, while most of the old people had drawn guns in the previous winning rewards, but the ammunition was limited, and they still used machetes and daggers.

As a rookie, Yuko was assigned a kitchen knife.He signed up for the competition "voluntarily", and he already knows what he will face.

He cautiously hid behind the pillar, nervous.

The interior of the Colosseum is very large, separated by a one-meter-high low wall, like a simple maze.The dome is equipped with cameras, and the recorded video of each game will be sorted into the hard disk and sent to the heads of the major families.During the whole process, there will be no internet access to prevent hackers from exposing the truth of Hell Street.

He took off his jacket, put it on the kitchen knife, and poked it out quietly.After two trials, seeing no response, he poked his head out to look.No one in sight.

After looking at it for a while, when I was about to retract my head, a person turned around from the outer low wall, with his back facing him.

After a moment of hesitation, Yuko decided to take the initiative.He quietly walked around behind the man, grabbed his long arm, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and cut his throat with a kitchen knife.

The opponent stopped eating after a few breaths.Yuke picked up the Tang Dao in his hand, and took out a dagger from him.

Yuko got off to a good start here.On the other side, the situation of "Angel of Killing" Bell is not very optimistic.

Because the name of "Angel of Killing" is too famous, the old people who have participated in the game have formed alliances and plan to kill him first.However, the setting of the maze gave Bell a lot of convenience.He wandered between the low walls like a ghost, firing a shot from time to time and taking a person away.

The allied old man clenched tightly, and sometimes happened to bump into three or four, and Bell had to make some effort.

There are still more than ten hours before the gate opens, and he has plenty of patience to play with them slowly.

At 7 a.m. on July 18, Mo Zifei used magic to enter the Hell Street control room.The huge machinery and equipment in the power distribution room are running, and the console on one side is covered with various buttons.There are two equipment maintenance workers on duty inside.

Mo Zifei took a look and left with Xiao Wu.He needs to find a place to hold information or files.

Going forward, I saw a room with the door sign saying "Archive Room", and the door was closed.Looking in from the glass window, there are rows of storage racks inside, like express cabinets, and the corresponding small grid can only be opened by entering the correct command on the central control panel.

When Xiao Wu saw this, his eyes lit up, and he reached out to twist the doorknob.

"Don't move, there is real-time monitoring." Mo Zifei pointed to the camera facing the door in the corridor, and then pointed to the two cameras inside the glass window.

They are invisible, but if the person on the monitoring end sees the doorknob turning by itself, it will probably feel supernatural.

Xiao Wu bit her lower lip and stared at the camera.This is not a good thing in the modern world. Everything you do will be recorded by the camera.It's so inconvenient.