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Chapter 601! Six hundred chapters already!

It involves placing several ropes of different colors aside and letting the player choose one to cut.

One of these ropes is connected to a weight above the player's head. If the corresponding rope is cut, the weight above will fall and hit the player's head.

It's somewhat like defusing a bomb.

In typical variety shows, the heavy objects are mostly low-impact items like plastic basins or wooden boards, ensuring that they won't injure the guests if they fall.

But carnivals are not normal variety shows.

The upper class wished they could just attach a bomb to the other end of the rope, but considering that a weapon with too much destructive power would affect the audience, they chose the guillotine, which would not harm anyone else.

That way, the worst that can happen to the spectators is that they get splattered with blood or hit by the head that's still bouncing after being chopped off.

Of course, this won't cause any harm, and it won't even leave any psychological trauma.

A huge guillotine is in the middle of the stage, and a lowly performer is being pressed under the guillotine. Not far in front of him are seven thick lines of different colors.

Another lower-class person was standing in front of the colorful ropes, holding scissors.

The person on the guillotine cannot choose the color; he can only watch as others cut the rope that connects him to his life.

At this moment, three of the seven ropes had already been cut, and the person in front of the rope was trembling as he reached for the remaining rope with scissors.

The sound of a thick rope being cut rang out on the stage.

Behind the curtain, 007 held his breath, his eyes fixed on the guillotine on the stage.

There was no movement.

The guillotine didn't fall, so it seems that the one from before wasn't the crucial one.

The people below the guillotine breathed a sigh of relief, but the person holding the scissors looked even more tense.

007 glanced at their faces a few times, then turned his gaze to the corner on the other side of the stage, where the pile of human bodies had increased, including several headless corpses. The extras were all lower-class people who had sacrificed themselves in the show "The Happy Guillotine".

Some of their fallen heads rolled into corners, while others landed at the feet of the upper-class spectators and were kicked around.

The host's voice came from the stage, rising and falling in tone: "Unexpectedly, four lines were cut and nothing happened. Look, now there are only three lines left that haven't been cut! If the guillotine hasn't fallen when only one line is left, then this surviving lowly person will take the place of the person who cut the lines, and the person who cut the lines now will be the next one to go to the guillotine."

The rules of the game are very simple.

At the beginning, a person of low social standing was chosen as the thread cutter. This person was not in any immediate danger and was only responsible for cutting the threads.

But if the guillotine hasn't fallen after cutting all six threads, then the person who cut the threads will be sent to the guillotine, and the surviving lower-class person will become the new person who cuts the threads.

Therefore, the informant wished that the lower class on the guillotine would die immediately.

Meanwhile, the lower-class people on the guillotine always hoped that they could switch places with the person who cut the threads.

The upper class indulges in sadistic revelry, while the lower class schemes against each other.

They are all enemies.

Watching the revelers in the audience from behind the scenes, and the scheming lower-class people on stage, 007 felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

After the performance, it was her turn to go on stage.

She still doesn't know what kind of program she will be drawn.

Looking at this group of lowly people, she feared she would be severely harmed once she took power. 007 began to miss Gu Mian again. She was unaware that the children were already ruined, and was somewhat worried: "I wonder if those kids will have any tricks up their sleeves. Will Gu Mian also be damaged..."

She still remembered what the snake-headed mask had said before: that the lower classes would be torn apart.

While 007 was pondering, the lower-class people on the stage who were cutting ropes cut another rope.

The person standing under the guillotine was unharmed.

The person cutting the rope still missed the crucial one.

There are only two left now.

007 peeked at the stage and saw a long line of people behind the guillotine, so the game should continue for a while longer.

She began to think about how to survive in her performances.

If Gu Mian were here...

007 began to try to understand Gu Mian's thought process, thinking that this might help her figure out a way out: "If Gu Mian were here, what would he do?"

Well, if he were to cut the wires, he'd most likely do it before anyone could react, severing them all in one go, then facing the audience, hands on hips, laughing out loud...

007's mind was filled with images of Gu Mian standing with her hands on her hips, laughing maniacally.

If you don't let him cut the strings and instead pin him under the guillotine, he'll most likely fight back and kill the one cutting the strings, then before anyone can react, he'll snip them all in one go, hands on his hips, laughing "Hahahaha..."

Right now, 007's mind was completely occupied by Gu Mian's mesmerizing laughter.

Of course, these were all her imaginations. In 007's memory, Gu Mian did not seem to have ever let out such a manic laugh.

Meanwhile, Gu Mian was unaware that he was laughing heartily inside 007's head, while he was diligently searching for the floor.

Not long ago, he searched the entire fourth floor but found nothing.

He has now reached the third floor.

He could hear the sounds coming from the carnival hall on the first floor more clearly from this floor. He stood in front of a window in a room and looked down. He immediately saw the huge guillotine in the middle of the stage.

At that moment, a lowly person was being held down under the guillotine, next to another lowly person holding a pair of scissors. In front of him were a yellow and a blue line.

The person with the scissors seemed to be in a dilemma, and he stood there for a long time without moving.

Gu Mian knew what kind of program was coming up with just one glance: "It's a game that creates bouncing heads."

There were indeed a few heads bouncing around below—they were being kicked around like balls by the spectators.

"It's such a shame I can't participate in such a joyous festival!" Gu Mian looked at the happy audience below and made up her mind, "If I have time after I finish my business, I must go on stage!"

We must bring joy to the audience.

Just as Gu Mian was pondering how to create happiness, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face in a corner of the audience.

Killing Teacher.

That pink shirt was quite eye-catching.

The teacher, known as the Killer Teacher, was sitting at the very edge of the audience seats, tilting his head to look at the corner next to him, his mouth opening and closing as if he were talking to someone.

Hahahaha, six hundred chapters already! I, the procrastinator, haven't given up!
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