Although 007 is now using a high-quality face, this expression still seems a little out of place when it appears on her face.

At this time, she had slowly pushed the first vote into Gu Mian's ballot box. There seemed to be some automatic scanning device at the voting gate. Only the ballot box could make a "ding" sound - every time a vote was cast, it would make such a sound.

007 looked at the number of votes in Gu Mian's box through the slap voting door, and could not see the specific value. It was roughly estimated that there should be three or four hundred votes.

Only the top 50 can advance, and the 50th place in the top ranks now has 823 votes, and the number of votes is still growing.

Although Gu Mian looks like a hot commodity in the eyes of the superiors, and those passing by will always vote for him involuntarily, the number of votes is far from enough to support him in advance. He has to do something to attract the attention of the superiors.

While thinking, she slowly pushed the other ticket in her hand into the ballot box in front of her. She delayed her time as much as possible and stayed here for a while to help Gu Mian think of a solution.

"I can guarantee that if I go climbing the ladder, when I climb to the height that I can kill me, the ladder will break and throw me down, or it will be a little bit easier, and the hot air balloon above my head will explode directly due to quality problems." In an instant, Gu Mian had foreseeed two ways of death.

Climbing a ladder is definitely not possible.

007 whispered: "I also think it's not a good idea to climb the ladder. In fact, even if you don't advance to the top fifty, you can still enter the second and third stages of the venue. The Superman's ID card given by the Crazy Building Manager is still unnecessary. If you can't advance, you can just set up a Superman's identity to the audience."

The method mentioned by 007 is actually the simplest and most troublesome, so that Gu Mian doesn’t have to go through layers of “study”, and can use the identity of the superior to the end stage.

However, if you use the identity of the superior person directly, there will be some unstable factors.

In the last stage, the audience is still a distance away from the stage. If the host works and lifts Louis from a distance, only the inferior contestants can get close to each other. If Gu Mian is in the audience, then he may not be able to take Louis away because of insufficient distance when using the [Key No. 108 from the Mysterious World].

It is the safest way to participate in the competition as a low-level person.

At this time, 007 had already voted, and she flashed out and asked Chu Changge to vote.

Chu Changge's movements were also slow. He voted with one hand and pushed his glasses with the other: "There are more and more licenses appearing."

After opening 1062, the remaining licenses emerged like bamboo shoots after a rain.

More and more contestants landed on hot air balloons, and then they were greeted with the "physical test"

It is worth mentioning that no one has been able to successfully go to the stage with a license.

Some licenses were even torn apart during the robbery. The contestants were red-eyed, as if they forgot that their purpose was a license, and their minds were all left with the robbery itself.

The venue was noisy, and the lower-class people hugged each other in groups of three or five, while the upper-class people shuttled through it and watched the lower-class people's performance with satisfaction.

The contestants raised their fists and attacked their similar heavy punches, but no one dared to attack the superiors. The superiors walked high with their heads raised and were enjoying their special treatment among the unordered crowd, as if they were the most dazzling white lotus in the world that was untainted by the mud.

In the central square covered with white lotus and mud, someone finally made a desperate move. A inferior man took out a sharp, sharp stick from his pocket and had already prepared it and stabbed it at his kind.

The person who was stabbed let out a sharp whine and fell down unwillingly with wide eyes.

A group of unarmed contestants smuggled into a ready-made person.

The size of 1195 is the tallest among the lower class. At this time, there are weapons in hand, and no one else is the opponent.

Out of the instinct of seeking profit and avoiding harm, the inferior people did not snatch the weapon No. 1195, but turned around and plunged into other people who snatched licenses.

Everyone around them scattered.

1195 bent down and pulled out the permit tightly held in his hand.

When he bent down, his lumbar bone made a slight cracking sound. It was the sequelae left by his injuries when he was snatching food from others in his residential area. Whenever it rains or bent down, his waist would be painful and a slight sound would be heard.

This is a huge weakness.

If someone else finds this weakness, then you will never get enough food again. Others will focus on attacking his fragile waist when competing for food with him. It won't take long to lose and starve to death.

Therefore, he has always been careful to protect this secret and has never shown it in front of others.

Now, too.

The battle just now inevitably led to the movement of the waist, and the scene was very chaotic. During this period, someone's fist hit his waist randomly.

The punch made him feel that his waist bone had shifted. He seemed to hear a crisp sound from his waist, but he was not sure if it was really the sound from his waist.

But the pain is real.

His waist was so painful that he bent down to pick up the license just now that he even made the already serious back injury worse.

But he didn't show it at all. He just raised his legs slightly stiffly, grabbed the blood-stained wooden stick in his hand and walked up the stage.

The other contestants were afraid of the weapons in his hands, and no one dared to cause trouble for him.

Therefore, 1095 successfully arrived on the hosting stage. Before going on stage, he specially stuffed the blood-stained wooden stick back into his pocket, as if he was afraid that this would leave a bad impression on the superiors.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped onto the stage with his feet.

The danger is really lifted here, and no one will rush up to grab the permit in his hand.

Thinking of him feeling the pain in his waist became lighter.

But what is a "speaking"? 1095 vaguely knows this concept and knows that this is something that requires a lot of people to speak.

But he didn't know how to start or how long he should talk.

He was afraid that his appearance would be undesirable, so he ran into a brief confusion.

In fact, his concerns were over-concerned. When he took out a sharpened wooden stick and stabbed someone, the best people noticed this person.

He was the first person to extend his butcher knife to his kind and kill his kind.

Compared to him, the fight between other contestants was simply a small fight.

The number of votes on No. 1095 had already begun to rise steadily. The moment he stepped onto the hosting station, his votes on the screen just overwhelmed the original number one, but he knew nothing and was still worried about whether he was likable.

He wandered for a long time before he built a barely suitable speech in his mind.

He grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands, and a patch was applied there. One corner had been rolled up, and there was a slightly rough friction feeling when he touched it.

He smoothed the curled patch three times before looking at the patch carefully: "No. 1095 is me...I won't let you down, please... vote for me, thank you..."

He did not look up at the top people in the audience throughout the whole process. He did not dare to look at them, and felt that he was not worthy of looking at them.

This is the first speech in 1095, but it ends in just one sentence.

After he finished speaking, Teacher Killer still had a little puzzled expression on his face, as if he didn't understand why he didn't continue.

When he saw 1095 lowering his head in a hurry, Teacher Killing realized that his "speaking" had ended.

The speech of the lower-class man was really meaningless. Fortunately, I prepared this ladder game. I was not so stupid that I directly asked the lower-class man to line up to give a speech like the two residential areas next door. Teacher Killing felt bored, but he took the lead in applause.

After all, this was his place. Although the speech of the inferior man was boring, he still had to cheer up the atmosphere.

Fortunately, some viewers like to see the contestants' submissive expressions. The 1095 speech did not make the audience feel disgusted. On the contrary, his votes have been rising steadily, almost reaching 1,500 votes, leaving the second place in a long paragraph.

Teacher Killing looked at the ranking on the screen with satisfaction, but at this time he suddenly realized that something was wrong - another contestant's ranking was leaping upward at a strange speed.

At first glance, he was ranked 97th, and in the blink of an eye, he had more than 100 more votes, and he reached 62nd place!

Each audience had only two votes, and in this case, more than fifty people voted in his ballot box at the same time in the blink of an eye.

Teacher Killing thought something was wrong with his eyes.
Chapter completed!