The little girl stared at the twenty or thirty Burmese men who hugged and left until their trace disappeared in front of her.

Except for the little girl, the other group of children just kept crying.

Some children are OK, standing in place, head up to the sky, crying.

Generally come to a strange place, disobedient children are like a group of Tadpoles Looking for their mothers, as long as they are placed in a spacious enough place, they will flee everywhere.

This is not, 50 children, men and women have, just like Tadpoles Looking for their mothers, to the East, the west, the north and the south of the crazy run, while running, head up to the sky, like a headless fly trying to roar.

One of the fastest running children has come to the coast of the island and rushed into the sea crazily.

"I'm looking for mom! Take me home! I'm looking for Dad! Whoa, whoa! Whoops! I......

"bang! Bang! Bang! "

As the child rushed and cried out to the sea, the gun of the pistol rang out three times.

The three shots were fired on the head, heart and thigh of the child running to the sea.

A second later, the child suddenly lost his voice and fell to the ground.

Although the child is still young, do not know what death is, but see this scene, all the children instinctively stop, shut up.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa!"

At this time, applause came from the side.

The head of the island who had just talked to the twenty or thirty Burmese men smiled and came to the center of the group of children.

"Just a group of lovely children." The person in charge smiled, then lowered his head slightly, looked at the group of children, and suddenly said:

"meet me, my name is j, you can call my name - J directly."

J. It's the name of the person in charge.

A group of children were close together, blinking, unable to understand their current situation.

"J, don't scare the children." Next came a tall man with a big beard and a western look.

"Ha ha." J smiled and backed away.

The man with a big beard suddenly reached out his arms and made a welcome sign:

"welcome to dark soul. I'm your instructor. Just call me jekla."

When jekla had finished speaking, he clapped his hands.

A string of number plates was handed to jekla immediately from the side.

"Now let's play a game. I have numbers from 1 to 50. The number you get will be your name later."

When jekla had finished, he had the number plate handed out.

Watching all the children carefully look at the number plate in their hands, Czechoslovakia squinted.

"Jekyla, what kind of egg are you making?" J goes to the front of Czechoslovakia and grins fiercely.

"Man, I'm here to help you." Jekla patted J on the shoulder, and his mouth was snuck in J's ear. He whispered: "the children have just come here, of course, to have a welcome ceremony. The real game will start tomorrow."

With that, jekyla patted J on the shoulder again and walked away smiling.

Just now, a group of children came to a strange place. Contrary to other children, the little girl who did not cry or make noise took her number plate and looked down on it.

The number plate is very simple, just made of ordinary materials.

At a glance, the little girl caught a glimpse of the number plate, the number of words representing her name -

006!