Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng and the others listened for more than half an hour, and finally had a basic understanding of the ins and outs of this place.

Great gains.

Han Xu is a rare witness, he has experienced the rise of this place from beginning to end.

At the beginning, he was lost in the mountains with a dozen expedition members, and was later found by the rescue team leader.

However, everyone lost in this place together.

Work hard to survive and build a camp.

Finally, the demon appeared.

It said that this place is a fragment that it separated from the main world, and it wants everyone to cooperate with it.

It will pay dividends to everyone.

Someone wants to leave, but dies.

The remaining people had no choice but to agree to its conditions and help it manage this fragmented world.

And Han Xu was punished by those in the management because he wanted to find a chance to escape, deprived of his identity, and reduced to a coolie.

Hearing this, Zhao Han flew over to sympathize and said, "Don't you hate them? They used to be teammates with you, but now they punish you as coolies."

"I don't hate them, they were also forced, at least I saved my life. But I can see that most of them are enjoying it now, and don't want to return to the main world." Han Xu sighed. .

After all, most of those people are not very wealthy, they are just ordinary families.

Here, they can live a life of superiority.

This is also one of the reasons why the town has developed so rapidly - those administrators have really put their energy and time into it.

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots. Demons have no humanity, as long as they are replaced by more suitable people. Their end will be those tricks." Wang Wenwen said disdainfully.

She is proficient in mystical rituals and has learned about many mysterious existences.

Those are things that absolutely cannot be guessed by human thinking.

"Yes, I thought so too, that's why I wanted to escape." Han Xu nodded.

After all, his family has a company, and he knows the key points of company management, that is, a solid company and a streamlined person.

In human society, being fired is at most a way out.

And here, the devil said "not a single molecule is wasted".

"Very good, now we basically know the details of this fragmented world. Let's go offline to discuss a new action plan, Ouyang Tian, ​​you are here to protect Han Xu first." Wen Rensheng said this.

Others quickly chose to go offline to deliver messages.

Only Ouyang Tian continued to guard Han Xu.

Han Xu looked at this combination of people and animals, feeling extremely envious.

He knew that these people came here with puppet substitutes, and even if they were in danger, they could just throw away the puppet and go offline.

People are playing a game, and I am being played by the game...

That's why he wanted to be a xenomorph.

Even if he can only be the worst and worst alien, he is willing.

…………

At this time, in the special operations center of the club.

Wen Rensheng said to the crowd: "Everyone has any opinions, please tell me?"

Everyone was silent for a while.

Wu Shanshan said: "This guy has an aura of bait all over his body. We can't trust him."

"What he said is true." Zhao Han helped at this moment.

The narrator told her that Han Xu did not lie.

"Because of this, he is more like a bait, because even he himself doesn't know that he is a bait." Wu Shanshan shook her head.

"At least let us know that that place is a fragmented world, which was cut out by a mysterious demon. Even if we are all in it, as long as we hand over this information to the Inspectorate, it will be enough to pay back the cost." Ouyang Ling said.

"Well, upload the information to the Inspectorate's internal network first, and then consider a new action plan." Wen Rensheng nodded.

Then someone uploaded the information, and the club and the inspection department had dedicated information sharing channels.

And the new action plan will soon be freshly released.

…………

A colorful parrot landed on a wooden roof in the town, and a crow fell beside it.

And under the crow's wings, there is another spider hidden.

This is Zhao Han and Wen Rende, who are monitoring the town.

They want to find out where the management is, and then ask Ouyang Tian to do the same, and tie another one out.

One is to verify what Han Xu said, and the other is to see if he can get permission to go out.

"Uncle, those administrators want to manage such a big town. They were ordinary people before, so they should have some mysterious power now?" Zhao Han asked.

"That's for sure, otherwise, with their violent management style, they would have collapsed long ago." Wen Rende affirmed.

"They are too cruel. The demon ordered them to build cities and sell specialty products. The specialty products they produced turned out to be film and television bases. They shot absolutely real movies, which is simply inhumane." Zhao Han said angrily.

"Absolute truth is also a kind of professional ethics. The premise is that no characters will die or be injured..." Wen Rende thoughtfully.

"They did this on purpose in pursuit of shocking the audience. I don't believe they are just doing it to make money?" Zhao Han shook his head.

"Of course it's not just for making money. Money is meaningless to the demons behind them. What they're after is shocking the audience..." Wen Rende said sharply.

Zhao Han nodded silently.

But she still can't understand why someone can take the life of the same kind to please the enemy.

Maybe it was forced to be helpless?

In that case, she has nothing to say.

Soon the two discovered the house where the town management was located.

It was a tall wooden building in the center of the town.

The wooden building is about eight stories high, people come and go from time to time, and the front of the building is heavily guarded.

"I'll go and have a look. You stay here. Crows are very common, but parrots are too rare." Wen Rende ordered, and then flew over.

"Next time when the puppet is transformed, I will add a few more changes so that we can act in secret." Zhao Han said.

"Well, it's quite hidden to be a mouse."

The far away crow gave her a good idea.

"Never."

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Wen Rende landed by the window outside the wooden building.

As he thought, no one cared about a crow flying by.

Inside the window, there are more than a dozen people in a meeting.

This makes him very happy, and there is always a lot of valuable information coming out of the meeting.

"God is very satisfied with our innovation. It really is a good idea to shoot a real script." A middle-aged man in his forties said approvingly.

Wen Rende recognized him, and Han Xu specially described the appearance of this middle-aged man.

This person is the rescue captain Zhang Conglin.

Among Han Xu's group, he was the oldest and highly recognizable.

The other party was once a savior, but now he is quickly reduced to a persecutor.

People are so easy to switch identities.

"Of course, the film and television culture and entertainment industry, in our world, is an industry that aims to arouse the audience's emotions. We shoot with real scripts, which can naturally shock a large group of people. I'm interested." A woman with a pretty face said confidently while looking in the mirror.

"God gave us this month's dividend, which is 15 pieces of divine power, and there are two divine skills to choose from. As for money, we will handle it ourselves according to the previously set dividend ratio." Former rescue captain Zhang Conglin continued.

"Great, I've wanted a magical healing skill for a long time." A young man raised his hand first, his tone excited.

"The three films I invested in all achieved orange-level returns. I want a magical skill that can keep you young forever." The woman looking in the mirror was not to be outdone.

The others were immediately dissatisfied.

"There are only two doors in total. Whoever raises his hand first can't claim it. You have to follow the rules."

"Yeah, in terms of contribution, although I didn't invest in films, I managed the day-to-day, big and small, all kinds of suppression, all kinds of coordination, no credit, but hard work. It's my turn to choose this time."

"There is a problem with the contribution calculation formula, I apply for readjustment!"

Everyone began to quarrel.

And Wen Rende watched indifferently outside.

He soon saw "a cloud of smoke" in the conference room.

It's not an adjective, but it really hit it off.

More than a dozen participants fired as soon as they drew their guns, and the sound of gunfire continued.

And the guards downstairs seemed to be used to it, and none of them ran up to watch.