After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

After the connection was connected, the border man first exchanged New Year's greetings with Schenkov, and then said solemnly: "Mr. Director, I have always wanted to express my respect to the Public Security Bureau. In the past few years, the border man has lived a happy life in the inner city. It’s getting better every day!”

"Hey, Chief, look, there is a Sheriff over there, I'll go say hello to him~"

In the picture, the border man ran towards a police officer on duty on the roadside, first patted his left shoulder, walked around to the right, then patted his right shoulder, walked around to the left, and just teased him around.

The Sheriff turned around in confusion for several times before he saw the instigator. He didn't pay any attention to the border nameplate on the other person's neck. He laughed loudly and shook hands with him: "Good movement, brother."

The Border Man raised his cell phone so that he and the Sheriff were in the frame at the same time, and smiled happily: "The Sheriffs of Crescent City are all talented people, and they speak well. I really like the one in the inner city!"

Schenkov thought to himself: If you dare to do this in reality, you will have at least ten bullet holes in your body.

The "lucky viewers" connected behind are all trustworthy. Everyone has a script arranged by the program team, full of positive energy for the New Year.

Schenkov just followed the previously arranged content, talking about people and ghosts, and in the end he became a little absent-minded.

The previous round of continuous wheat is over, and the next round is continued.

The screen flashed, and a little girl appeared on the screen. She looked about ten years old. She only wore a rag in the winter. Her face was dirty, but she had a pair of bright black eyes.

After the live broadcast was connected, she was obviously stunned for a moment and looked at the camera blankly.

The little girl was stunned, and so were the program staff.

Who is this?

The stage control director backstage asked: "What's going on?"

A staff member said nervously: "There is something wrong with the database, and passers-by are connected."

The little girl opened her mouth slightly, tried to wave her hand, and asked cautiously: "Am I chosen?"

The staff worked for a while and said, "I can't go back. Ask the director if I want to cut the advertisement."

The field control director ran to the position directly opposite Schenkov, shook his head and made a "cut" gesture.

Schenkov calmly raised his hand slightly to indicate that it was okay, and then showed a friendly smile to the camera: "Hello, little lucky star, yes, you are selected."

The little girl laughed happily, her face flushed, surprised and shy, and she was speechless for a moment.

Schenkov started to take the initiative to guide the topic: "Hey, little Lucky Star, don't be nervous, I won't eat people. What's your name?"

The little girl showed a sweet smile: "My parents call me Little Orange, you can call me that too."

Compared with those false smiles on his face, this kind of sweet smile made Schenkov feel very comfortable, and his expression and tone unconsciously became more friendly: "Hello, little sweet orange, nice to meet you, you are Where?"

Xiao Tiancheng was walking at this time. She turned her mobile phone sideways, revealing the old and dilapidated streets behind her, and said, "I'm at the border, on the Liuhe Street side."

Liuhe Street, this is not a good place.

Even in a run-down place like the border, Liuhe Street is the most decayed neighborhood, and only the truly homeless gather here.

Schenkov asked with concern: "Where are your parents? Are they with you?"

Xiao Tiancheng's expression became a little sad, and she said softly: "They passed away a few years ago, and I am the only one."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Schenkov apologized in a low voice, "Did they die in a group fire?"

Xiao Tiancheng shook her head: "No, they are ordinary people and do not join a group."

"My mother died of illness. She had always been in poor health. Then she got a bad cold and had no money to treat it. She coughed up blood for several days and passed away not long after."

"My dad worked in a bar. One night, he encountered a girl being harassed by gangsters. He ran up to stop her, but the girl pulled a gun and shot her to death."

When Xiao Tiancheng talked about the death of her parents, her tone was unusually calm.

Maybe the past has already formed scars in my heart and will no longer hurt.

Or maybe these things are so common in the border areas that even if they happen to me, I will only feel numb.

Xiao Tiancheng said it in an understatement, but the choreographer and director felt sweatdropping on his forehead.

This is a live broadcast! With millions of people watching, how can we broadcast such negative energy? !

He gestured to Schenkov again and asked if he wanted to cut the commercial.

Schenkov refused with his eyes and continued his conversation with Xiao Tiancheng: "I'm really sorry to hear such news. How do you live alone now?"

Xiao Tiancheng smiled and said: "Of course it's picking up garbage."

Schenkov: "Pick up trash?"

Xiao Tiancheng: "Yes, Director, haven't you dug through the trash can?"

Schenkov was speechless for a moment: "Well, I don't think so."

Little Sweet Orange's interest became high and she started to trot along: "Then you must not know that there are a lot of good things in the trash can! Come on, let's go to the next block first. There are a lot of supplies there. I will take you to open the treasure box!"

She ran out of Liuhe Street and into an alley corner in the next block. There was a lot of sewage on the ground, flies were flying everywhere, and she could feel the stench through the screen.

She walked straight through the sewage and came to two trash cans. She smiled mysteriously and said: "Director, let me test you. If I am very hungry now and want to find something to eat, which trash can do you think is better to dig through?" "

Schenkov, who was able to deal with crises throughout the city in an orderly manner, seemed a little confused at this time. He looked at the two trash cans on the screen and kept scratching his head: "Well, I can't see any difference between them."

"Hehe, there's a trick here!" Xiao Tiancheng pointed to the trash can on the right and said in a low voice, "Look at the furry lid over there, do you see it?"

Schenkov narrowed his eyes, and after a moment of recognition, he found the creature: "Rat."

"Yes, rats." Xiao Tiancheng analyzed matter-of-factly. "Rice have a very keen sense of smell and can distinguish the taste of food. There are no rats in the trash can on the left, but there are in the trash can on the right. That means there is a high probability that there is food in the trash can on the right. !”

She put her phone in the corner and set it up. She ran over and stamped her feet to scare away the mice. Then she started digging through the trash can and taking out the contents.

Not long after, she ran over with an apple, showed it in front of the screen, and smiled in surprise: "Director, look! Apple! And no one has bitten it yet, so lucky!"

She squatted on the ground, casually rubbed the stain on the apple onto her clothes, and couldn't wait to bite it.

This scene was broadcast to the whole world through live broadcast, and related comments and comments were being refreshed with explosive frequency.

The backstage staff were sweating on their foreheads: "Are you really not convinced? The number of viewers of the live broadcast has quadrupled from the beginning, and it will exceed 100 million if it continues like this."

The choreographer's face was blue, and he cursed secretly: "He said no, what can I do? If you can, go and steal his microphone?"

Little Sweet Orange kept chewing the apple, and in the end even the core was eaten, and she didn't forget to wipe off the juice on her hands.

Schenkov stared blankly at the scene in front of him, speechless for a moment.

After Xiao Tiancheng finished eating the apple, she continued to dig through the trash can. While rummaging through it, she said with a smile: "In addition to food, there are also many good things in these treasure boxes, such as clothes, shoes and so on."

"My mobile phone came out of a big treasure box last year. I can find someone to repair it and it will work. I don't know which rich guy lost it, haha."

As she spoke, she asked curiously: "Director, have you really never dug through a trash can?"

Schenkov shook his head: "Really not."

Xiao Tiancheng's eyes were a little puzzled, and he asked tentatively: "Then where do the things you usually eat and use come from?"

This question silenced Schenkov again.

He hesitated for a long time, feeling that he should not continue discussing this topic.

At this time, Little Sweet Orange was holding a small box and biting the lid with his teeth. Schenkov reminded: "Don't bite it with your mouth, it's too dirty. Just open the lid."

Xiao Tiancheng smiled helplessly, pulled out the sleeves that were tucked into her jacket pockets, shook them a few times, and said, "I only have one arm, so I can't do this action."

Looking at the floppy sleeves, Schenkov felt his heart twitching and asked with concern: "What's wrong with your arm?"

Xiao Tiancheng lowered her head and said in a low voice: "When I was six years old, I was picking up garbage on the street near the rusty wall and accidentally entered the fire identification area."

Schenkov frowned: "How could you accidentally enter the fire identification zone? Aren't there holographic warning tapes there? The soldiers of the Rusty Wall Defense Force didn't warn you?"

Xiao Tiancheng shook his head: "I know I can't cross the warning zone. My elders have warned me before. But at that time there was a soldier uncle on the rusty wall who shouted to me."

"He told me that the view from the rusty wall was great. I could see the beautiful city on the other side. He asked me if I wanted to come up and have a look. He could open the door for me."

"I heard stories from my elders about the inner city before. It was said to be a paradise-like place. I was really curious about it, and with the warm invitation from the soldier uncle, I ran there."

Hearing this, Schenkov felt his heart go cold.

He could already think of what happened next.

Xiao Tiancheng pursed her lips and said quietly: "Then he shot and broke one of my arms, and he kept laughing."

Schenkov clenched his fists tightly, his voice full of suppressed anger: "Do you remember the specific date? Which wall was it on?"

Xiao Tiancheng shook his head: "I was too young at the time, and it has been so many years, and I can no longer remember it."

"I only remember an old man dragging me back. Because there was no anesthesia, it was extremely painful when I used a saw to amputate my limbs. I cried all night."

The entire live broadcast room fell into silence.

Some people were upset because of the out-of-control barrage in the background.

Some people sighed sadly when they heard about this tragedy.

Some thoughtful female employees even wiped away tears.

As the main character of this show, Schenkov knew that he could no longer be silent at this time. He calmed down and said: "My child, you are really great. You have suffered so many tragedies and you can still wipe away your tears and live strong." Come down, it moved me.”

“I never think suffering should be glorified, because glorifying suffering is more vicious than the suffering itself.”

"But I still want to say that those things are in the past. No matter how bumpy the past is, life will go on and we have to move forward."

Xiao Tiancheng couldn't help laughing: "The way you talk is like an old-fashioned grandpa."

Schenkov seized this rare opportunity and started joking to liven up the atmosphere: "When people reach my age, they can't help but preach. Otherwise, they are greasy middle-aged people~"

After hearing this, Xiao Tiancheng chuckled, and the light of longing began to appear in her dark and bright eyes: "You are not a greasy middle-aged man, you are a great hero."

"Great hero?" This title stunned Schenkov.

Little Tangcheng said in a sweet tone: "Yes, great hero, because you defeated the Crow's Nest!"

"The Crow's Nest is really bad. When they were the kings of the borderlands, many people died every day."

"It was you who defeated Hong Quan Sheng, the biggest villain in the Crow's Nest. You are the hero of the entire Crescent City and a great hero in my heart."

"Last year I was watching the press conference of Operation Crow Hunt on my mobile phone, and I thought - wow, the director is really great. It would be great if I had the opportunity to thank him personally. "

"I didn't expect that my wish would come true after the New Year. Thank you, Director. Not only me, but also the border people around me are very grateful to you."

Operation Crow Hunt has always been a thorn in Schenkov's heart.

Hong Quansheng was just a scapegoat who was pushed out to block the whole crow's nest. His death changed nothing.

The so-called super heroic achievements are nothing more than a bowl of dog food thrown to him by Zhao Yiming on behalf of the three giant companies.

Schenkov knew very well that all his vanity was false.

But when the child called him a hero with an innocent smile, he still felt a warm current flowing in his heart.

At this time, he saw a staff member gesturing to indicate that the time was almost up.

Schenkov coughed lightly and said to Xiao Tiancheng: "Hey, kid, I actually want to continue chatting with you, but this is a live broadcast, and there are many viewers who want to connect later, and our conversation may have to be closed. It’s been a while.”

Xiao Tiancheng nodded obediently: "It doesn't matter, I am very satisfied to be the little lucky star today."

Schenkov said softly: "In the last moment, let's talk about you and what are your plans for the future."

For some reason, Xiao Tiancheng froze when she heard the sound.

She thought for a while, then showed a very calm smile: "Director, I have no future."

"Children like me who have no parents and don't have enough food and clothing to keep warm every day will freeze to death if they are even slightly unlucky and can't find food and clothing in the trash."

"Even if I'm lucky enough to survive, I might die from a stray bullet in a gang fight, be shot by thugs as a practice target, or be abducted and sold to the black market, and then die on the bed of a perverted buyer."

She smiled very plainly, but it was this kind of plainness that was full of numbness towards life: "My friends who grew up with me all ended up like this."

"We children from the border areas have no future." (End of Chapter)