How Many Tomorrows There Are

Seeing that the two had reached an agreement, the other inner city residents also felt relieved, and the atmosphere returned to a relaxed and leisurely state.

"When you have had enough fun, give me his body, he will be a good experimental material," said the man with a icy snake-like voice, "You know, I hate waste."

"Of course no problem, scientist." Hodge agreed with a natural expression, that must be something later, by then he must have completely owned Brett and disliked him, follow-up processing is optional, and it is nothing to give to others.

"What do you want to transform him into?" Someone teased.

The scientist did not answer with words, but let out a pleasant hissing sound, like a snake spit out a letter to detect the location of the prey, which made the hair stand on end.

They had an interesting discussion on the topic of modifying the human body, exchanging ideas and admiring the creativity.Seeing that everyone was almost there, I discussed with the director about the arrangement of the next program.

"I have to ask the data engineer about this." The director gave the right to speak to a young man.

The data engineer arrived with the director. They usually have the most contacts at work, and they had already talked about it on the way when they came.

"The survival rate in the same period of the same period last year was 22% higher than the average in the previous period," the voice of the data scientist seemed to have no trace of human emotion. He read multiple sets of comparative data and came to the conclusion like a machine, "Too many players will distract the audience from voting. It is good for making stars, and players who are not popular enough and have low potential should be eliminated as soon as possible."

"It's natural."

"The list has been prepared and sent to your brains." The director said.

"It's better not to have any more accidents." For example, this time, it was originally a battle between the bear and the tiger, but unexpectedly the bear suddenly softened, so we had to temporarily change the plan.

Someone complained: "The chip should be implanted in the player's head."

"That would be too boring. Accidents are the best flavoring agent. There are surprises from time to time."

"makes sense……"

Those voices were far away from him, and Hodge turned on his optical brain to check the news like everyone else, but his consciousness was still processing Brett's matter.

After the initial unhappiness, to be precise, annoyance, anxiety, and depression passed, he had to face a major challenge, how to keep the lie that he was a "detective" and prevent the real detective from being discovered.

In fact, Hodge can announce his identity in advance, and he can probably see the rage and hatred after being deceived by Bright, but doing so means that he has lost, not to Bright, but to this game.

Hodge rejected that possibility.

Just thinking about it made his guts writhe and make him uncomfortable, which he attributed to a loss of control.

This unplanned incident, created by the detective, seriously undermines Hodge's goal of having fun with the game he designed.

He has to completely conquer that man, and now he has already achieved half of it, he has won his trust as an inner city man, and he has not even possessed the man's body, let alone his heart!It's like the tree branch has already produced fruit, but the fruit is not yet ripe, and he has to continue to wait when he is thirsty. How can he allow others to come and hack his fruit tree?

The reason the detective used was high-sounding, but they both knew it was just a cover.

There are indeed many contradictions in Brett, and he has many secrets, but someone tried his best to create a man whose thoughts and actions contradicted the people in the city, erased his identity, and put him in the program group. Under the spotlight, what is the purpose?

Taking a step back, even if Brett’s appearance was really arranged for another purpose, he is just a lowly slave. His existence can’t change anything. He is always a marionette manipulated by the program crew. Freedom, no rights.If you really want him to work, why not put it in a more important position?If the people behind the scenes are so sightless and waste resources, it's nothing to worry about.

But now, anyone in the city, or even a free man, can hold him firmly in the palm of his hand and rub him round and flat. After all, it is too easy to crush a slave to death.Like a stupid watchdog, he also knows to put a group of dog soldiers in the show instead of one, so that they can unite to deal with dangers.The program team can easily silence suspicious contestants to prevent future troubles, so why bother to track them down?

After all, the detective just fell in love with his toys and wanted to borrow them for a few days.

Others may not have noticed it, such as the director, but chose to fight against himself and push the boat along.

The gentleman half-closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes covered the cold light in his eyes.

The sixth round of the schedule was drawing to a close, and Bright didn't even wait for the storm. He speculated that something might have happened, and frowned slightly.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Harry asked.He just calculated the points, thanks to the sharks, most of the people in their team are ranked high, and the situation is going well, and he is very happy.

Pierce sneered, he was probably still brooding over the cuckold joke before Slender Bamboo, and his tone was very blunt: "Idiot, he should fight against the violent bear. Now that he has killed so many sharks, he has gained points, but he may also get points." Instead of violent bears, it becomes the target of animal protection organizations."

More importantly, this is completely different from the planning of the program group. Everyone knows that those guys have a lot of revenge and desire for control. will be unhappy.

After listening to Pierce's analysis, the other people couldn't help but fade away the joy on their faces. Only the big, stupid man concentrated on gnawing on the meat and made grunting noises.

The red hair on Brett's left hand began to blame himself, and lowered his head guiltily: "I'm sorry..."

"It's useless to think too much, just let it be." Brett interrupted Ronald. He calmed down his anxiety and worry, stared at the bonfire in a daze, and was ready to accept revenge.

When he was taken away by the armed men again, Brett thought to himself, the time has finally come.

Blindfolded, with a cloth bag over your head, familiar formula, familiar slag.

His hands and feet were shackled, he was put on a respirator and thrown into the water.Except for the panic at the beginning, Brett quickly calmed down. He supported his body with his hands and slowly got up.

Brett found that the water was not deep. After standing up straight, it was only up to his thighs. He groped in the dark and found that he was probably in a place similar to a water prison, with strong iron nets on and around it.

The ground under his feet trembled, and he heard the sound of the machine turning, and the water level was rising, no, to be precise, the cage was sinking, and he was sinking into the water with the man and the cage, which explained the purpose of the respirator.

Brett became uneasy, Zha Zha didn't want to drown him with water, which meant that something more terrifying than waterboarding was waiting for him.

Thinking of Zha Zha's love for electricity, he had a bad feeling.

Brett smiled bitterly in his heart, Zha Zha was very good at torture, he knew how to use darkness, placement and silence to inflict invisible pain and psychological pressure on the tortured.

When the familiar electric current passed through his body, the man let out an uncontrollable scream, which was completely different from the previous pain.

In the past, when a certain part was attacked, the pain was the most painful from the point of contact, and then the pain spread rapidly to other places, and the pain gradually became weaker as it spread, like a local net, the center was the strongest, and the surrounding area was relieved, which was still tolerable; but this time , when the body is surrounded by the conductor of water, every inch of skin, every muscle in the whole body, from head to toe, is surrounded by a big net, there is no place that does not hurt, no place that does not hurt the most, and there is no way to hide. You can hide, but you can't avoid it.

Brett couldn't hear his own voice, because the ears were not blocked, and the water flowed in from all openings, carrying lightning sparks, and the eardrums had probably been scorched into charcoal. He even suspected that his brain was also burned out. His brain was boiling, and his blood was also .He had a grotesque notion that he was being dried over the fire, though there was water all around him.

The detective who was forced to watch the sentence was deeply aware of the horror of the gentleman.

"His brain will be dull for at least three days!" he complained angrily. How can he check a fool?

"I'll give it to you, repair or interrogation, it's up to you." The gentleman smirked, he didn't break his promise.

The detective was furious, but the toy belonged to someone else, and he just borrowed it. If he wanted to give himself a broken one, he had to accept his fate, fix it as soon as possible, and then return it on schedule.

Hodge let Brett go after giving the detective enough to show off.

When the man was fished out, he had completely lost consciousness. He woke up after 35 hours of treatment, and he did not wake up immediately after waking up. He reacted very slowly to stimuli, including light, sound and contact. due to damage.Doctors told detectives after the diagnosis that the man would need at least two days to fully recover.

That said, the detectives only have a little over three days.

Hodge's mischief had no fatal effect, the detective thought confidently, a day would be enough.

After observing Bright's situation, the detective said to Hodge: "Let him go back to the show to rest. The toys need proper maintenance, especially the favorite one."

Returning to a familiar place can give No. 199 a sense of security. Even if I go to interrogate him now, the other party will be full of vigilance and extremely defensive, which is not conducive to obtaining information. He has to think that the danger has passed, lower his vigilance, and relax his nerves, so that he can Easy to start with.

Hodge looked at the expressionless and motionless man through the glass. He sat on the hospital bed and maintained the same posture all day.

Brett has resisted all touches since he woke up. Even lying flat on the bed, the skin on his back will feel pain due to the force of the body and the mattress, so he minimizes contact with objects as much as possible.But he was too weak to stand up, so he leaned his back or put his hands on the wall, barely standing still.

Now the afterimage of the pain is fading, the man can already do more movements, but the stiffness of the body and the sluggishness of thinking are very obvious, the light in the brown eyes has also dimmed a lot, for some reason there is a trace of regret in the nobleman's heart meaning.

Almost...he was about to break the toy...

Therefore, hearing the detective's request, Hodge nodded wordlessly.

The author has something to say: Bright: You abused me again!

Hodge: I'm helping you. Do you want the detectives to find out all the secrets?

Brett (skeptical): I still think it's your revenge on the gentleman's cuckold.

Hodge sneered