How Many Tomorrows There Are

Even if Hodge didn't bring it up, the program crew would try to find some troubles for Brett in different ways.

This man from outside the city was too dishonest. He didn't pay attention to the program team at all. Leaving aside all the usual non-cooperation and making troubles, just concealing his strength was enough for Brett to drink a pot.

They clearly remembered that when Brett and the beast were performing a duel, they fought for a long time, so long that the program crew got impatient and let the beauty directly bombard the stage. As a result, when it came to a critical moment, he killed the beast with two moves. The Beast is dead, crisp and clean.They were all acting before, and this city is deep enough.

The program group allows contestants to play tricks, but once it seriously affects the shooting of the program and goes beyond control, it will be very dangerous, and the program group will absolutely not tolerate this.

Although the program team was angry, they were also worried about Bright's big sponsor, and were afraid of offending people by doing too much.Now that the patron has spoken, they stopped being polite and gave Bret a thorough "medical examination".

Bright has been waiting for the show crew to attack since the end of the fourth episode. When he was called out suddenly at this time, he realized that the punishment was coming.

Inside and outside, up and down, every hole and gap in the body has been invaded by instruments in different ways.

The pain is secondary, the frightening thing is the chill and fear brought by the cold equipment, which makes people feel the horror of facing an inhuman monster. The front lobe of the brain turns people into dementia and causes death.

In just ten minutes, he brushed shoulders with death several times. His own life was in the hands of the program crew, and he felt very insecure.

Not just life, but dignity.

There was an extremely thin tube squeezed into the inside of little Brett, and it was as if alive, going straight down the urethra and vas deferens, drilling into the ball and bladder, and squeezing what it wanted.

Brett’s experience was very bad. Lying on the operating table, the bone marrow, blood, intestinal fluid, skin tissue, nails, etc. were taken away by medical staff or researchers in white coats. The fate of that super big cup seemed to be beckoning to him. .

It's only a few steps away from the body transformation.

This feels terrible.

Through the screen, Hodge stared at Brett's reaction, focused, without blinking, as if completely fascinated by the man.

A middle-aged man with a gentle temperament, wearing square glasses, and looking like a scholar walked up to Hodge, stood side by side with him, and said: "This number 199 is very unusual, it is very calm like this, and its endurance is amazing. "

Hodge withdrew his gaze and greeted the other party with a nod: "Director." His tone was flat and alienated. Nobles are only so polite when they treat people of the same status.

Few people know that "director" is both a profession and a title, just like "gentleman" and "data engineer", it is a code name for powerful inner city people.

The director and the gentleman talked about the past politely, and then turned the topic to No. 199. His tone couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else: "The medical examination data shows that there is nothing abnormal."

Hodge seemed to have expected it, and hummed coldly.

The director was a little surprised by his reaction. Could it be that he guessed wrong, the gentleman is not really interested in No. 199?The director asked again: "I heard that you went to see the scene, how was it?"

The truth slipped on his tongue, and Hodge swallowed it back. He finally decided to let Brett go this time, as a reward for saving himself in the studio.Moreover, the game is boring if the mystery is revealed so early.

Hodge's expression remained the same, without revealing any emotion, but gave a suggestion: "Keep an eye on the pack of wolves, the army's control over them is very weak, and there are many doubts about their trajectory, and they are obviously plotting something."

The director glanced at him, as if he was surprised that he didn't see anything more. Although the director suspected that he had reservations, he couldn't get to the bottom of it. He thanked Hodge politely, and his voice was full of absolute confidence: "A castrated dog Can't make a fuss."

"It's my fault." The aristocrat's tone was hypocritical.

"Where, thank you for your concern."

In this program group, the basic rule of survival is not to be surprised by changes. If it is really impossible, it is not bad to be dumbfounded.

George stared blankly at his team leader, as if mentally retarded: "Cut off the part where the beauty shoots arrows?"

"A beauty is positioned as a whore, weak and slutty, and good at dancing with long sleeves. Do you let his force value skyrocket and shoot arrows to scare away the audience?"

George pointed at the camera and argued with his superiors with reason: "But, if he hadn't shot that arrow, Brett would have run away! How do you cut this horse? The fighting time is short, let alone the action." If it’s not coherent, it will be cut off.” It’s too difficult!

"Yeah, why did he run away?" The group leader asked back, "It's not that the pack of wolves wanted to chase him down, he was busy running for his life, but the higher ups wanted to cover this up, so the unreasonable parts had to be cut off!"

George had a reluctance on his face. This job is not done by humans.

The team leader violently suppressed: "Obviously Brett is more afraid of beauties than beasts. Being too smart will put pressure on people, make people afraid, and dare not fantasize about him."

"None of my business..." George worried about the screen, thinking about how to make the editing seamless and not be ridiculed by the audience.

The team leader gave a sweet date with a stick: "No. 199 is downstairs right now/medical examination..."

Before he finished speaking, his team members ran away in a flash, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the chairs that kept spinning by themselves.

The team leader sighed: "Once you enter the fan circle, it's as deep as the sea."

After rushing for a while, George realized that he shouldn't be so excited, so he couldn't help but slow down a little.

He is obviously a black fan...

Oh, I just wanted to meet him in person, pick on his looks, attack his stupidity, and give him a good sarcasm.That's right!

Finding a reason for his behavior, George quickened his pace.

He is not the first to join in the fun. The management of the program group is very strict, not only for the players, but also for the staff.In order to keep confidential and strengthen control, the program team strictly forbids the staff to have contact with the contestants outside of work. The staff may know the contestants well, can recite all the information, and know their measurements, but this kind of understanding is one-way. The contestants know nothing about the staff, separated by cameras and screens large and small.Therefore, whenever there is an opportunity for contact, the staff is always very positive.

When George rushed to the infirmary, there were already many people gathered outside the window.

"He's so charming, he wants to sleep." A female staff member looked in through the glass with obsessed eyes. George knew her and was the leader of the costume team. Now the costume team basically doesn't need it. It will be in the later stages of the game or for special shooting. They are only needed during missions, so they are relatively free now and come to watch early.

"Do you think he can hold on to the best?"

"Well, it's hard to say, after all, the players in this round are very strong."

"It would be a pity if he died on the way, that big guy is almost ten inches!"

"I heard it's two hours at a time! It's a pity he won't be a porn star..."

George thinks these women are really unreasonable. Being a porn star is a waste of money, okay?

George deeply thought that no one here knew this man better than himself.Brett is silent and powerful, he will hibernate and endure in the face of danger, but at the same time he is very good at judging the situation and capturing opportunities, like a good hunter, once caught is a fatal blow.

If he had to be described as an animal, he should be a solitary wild tiger, born to live in the arena of nature, fighting for survival, dancing with death, and going through cruel fighting and killing every day. Licking the wound in the bloody wind, walking alone.

Thinking of this, the editor's right hand was about to move again, he was full of creative inspiration.

"Ah, the leader is here, let's go!"

Hearing his colleague's warning, George had to pull his eyes back from the man's perfect muscles, secretly regretting that he still couldn't talk to No. 199.

Seeing Hodge in the infirmary, Brett was a little surprised, but more happy.

Last time he didn't take care of his little brother and saluted a stranger who was obsessed with cleanliness and resisted contact with others, which caused the two to break up. A trace of apprehension and apology.

Although the timing and occasion of meeting at this time are not quite right, Brett still feels happy, showing a friendly smile to Hodge, and hiding his embarrassment.

Embarrassing because he had just had a full physical, hadn't had time to put on his clothes, and was stimulated by the equipment, the little brother was half-hard, and Hodge was waiting for it to settle down when he came in.

Fortunately, there was no disgust on Hodge's face.

"I brought you an educational injection, which contains common sense of life, basic subject knowledge and certain production experience. Do you come by yourself or should I call someone?"

Although it is a headache to memorize memorization at the end of each term, and pray to God countless times for such a wonderful invention, is this kind of thing that can complete all education at once with one needle really all right?

As long as there is a quick success, there must be hidden dangers.

Brett was in a state of unspeakable suffering, wanting to cry but not crying.

On the one hand, he is very worried that this will affect his own thinking. Brainwashing and hypnosis will overwrite the core values ​​of socialism and make him forget that "all men are created equal" and "all power belongs to the people." He assimilated into a city dweller?This is also the main reason why Bright made the excuse that he had no money for education injections when talking about this matter with Hodge last time.

On the other hand, he realized that Hodge was probably worried that he would repay the favor, so he simply reciprocated and chose a way that he thought was appropriate. This kind of attitude of avoiding me had a strange attraction to him—ah , I am actually an M Gong?

In this world, what is close to him makes him feel dangerous, and what is far away from him makes him feel at ease.

Brett avoided the question of injections, and said in a joking tone: "If you are like this, I will think you want to draw a line with me and break it off."

Hodge looked at him with swarthy eyes, as if to say: Is there a relationship between us?

Brett: As long as you don't get an injection, you can have any relationship!

The author has something to say: Bright doesn’t trust Hodge, he just doesn’t want to get an injection hhh