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The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Inside the auditorium that could hold a thousand people, the sobs that had just been filled with hope and emotion a moment before could still be heard.

The next second, however, his throat was instantly snapped by an invisible hand, and he vanished without a trace.

The air freezes.

Everyone's expression froze at the moment when the fireworks faded and Menma tilted her head.

That innocent and confused face shattered the psychological defenses that everyone had just built up.

"Are they all fake?"

The girl in the front row eating popcorn had trembling lips, tears still on her face, but her eyes were already empty.

The popcorn bucket in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, scattering popcorn everywhere, but she didn't react at all, as if her soul had been ripped out.

On the judges' panel, the sharp-tongued Lao Wang froze in his seat, forgetting even to straighten his gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose.

My mind went completely blank.

All his prized film criticism theories and analytical skills seemed so laughable and powerless in the face of Su Bai's cruel plot twist!

He felt like he wasn't watching an animation, but rather being pinned down on an operating table by Su Bai himself, being slowly tortured without anesthesia!

Zhang Mou's lips turned white. He sensed something was wrong, but he didn't expect Su Bai to be so ruthless!

This is no longer a case of first suppressing and then elevating.

This is like lifting the audience to the clouds and then kicking them into an abyss!

In the midst of this suffocating silence, the large screen lit up again.

The scene gave everyone no chance to catch their breath.

The scene shifts to the steps of a temple.

The fireworks faded completely, and night fell again, cold and thick.

The six main characters stood there silently, but the oppressive atmosphere between them was more terrifying than any heated argument.

My wish has not come true.

This fact, like a bucket of ice water, extinguished the false flame in everyone's hearts, leaving only the naked reality.

All the previous efforts and self-pity have become a huge joke.

"Bang!"

Yukiatsu was the first to explode, slamming his fist hard against a nearby pillar, his hand instantly bleeding profusely.

He turned his head sharply, staring at Jinta with bloodshot eyes. His gaze was no longer filled with jealousy, but with a deep-seated hatred.

"Are you satisfied now, Jinta!"

His voice was hoarse, like the roar of a wounded beast.

"You find it amusing that we've been playing along with you like fools for so long?!"

Jinta's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Enough, Yukiharu!"

An Ming screamed, interrupting him, her vision already blurred with tears.

"How can you blame Jinta for this!"

"You don't blame him?"

Xueji let out a twisted, cold laugh, pointing at Anming, his words like poisoned knives.

"And what about you, Anming? Can you honestly say you don't feel even a tiny bit of secret joy? Can you honestly say you're not just hoping Menma disappears so you can take advantage of the situation?!"

"I don't!"

An Ming reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling and his voice became shrill and distorted.

"You don't have it?"

Chiriko Tsurumi, who had been silent all along, coldly pushed up her glasses, the lenses reflecting a chilling light.

"Then why did you always secretly look at Jinta when you were handing out flyers? What are you hoping for—Menma to attain Buddhahood, or Menma to disappear?"

Every word pierced An Ming's heart.

An Ming's face turned deathly pale instantly. She staggered back a step, as if all her pretense had been torn away, revealing her ugliest and most wretched inner self.

At this moment, the conflict completely erupted!

They are no longer partners, but a group of prisoners trapped in the past decade, tearing each other apart in despair and venting the deepest hatred in their hearts.

"You knew all along, didn't you? It was all just your imagination!"

"Are you jealous of Menma? Because everyone only sees her!"

"Aren't you entirely innocent? If you hadn't run away that day..."

Each line of dialogue is like a red-hot branding iron, imprinting not only on the character's heart, but also on the heart of every audience member in the auditorium!

In the auditorium, suppressed sobs finally broke out from one corner and spread rapidly like a plague.

There was no loud wailing, only a suppressed sob, a groan escaping from the throat, and a body trembling violently.

This is more heartbreaking than any cry or scream.

The sharp-tongued Old Wang suddenly took off his glasses, revealing a thick layer of white fog on the lenses.

He frantically pulled a glasses cloth from his pocket and hurriedly wiped his glasses, muttering something under his breath.

"It's just an emotional manipulation tactic, low-level."

But his body betrayed him.

He had unconsciously sat at the very front of the chair, his entire upper body leaning forward, his eyes, bloodshot with excitement, fixed on the screen as if trying to penetrate it.

He was completely drawn into the despairing world created by Su Bai, unable to extricate himself.

Shen Qingyue, sitting in the corner, knew what would happen next.

At this moment, tears were streaming down her face.

She looked at the audience around her, who were breaking down one by one, and then looked at the man beside her who had remained calm and composed from beginning to end.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

How could he manipulate everyone's emotions so precisely?

Su Bai didn't look at her; his gaze calmly swept across the entire auditorium, taking in everyone's reactions.

well.

The process of tearing open the wound is complete.

Now, all the audience's emotions have reached a breaking point, filled with pain, repression, confusion, and despair.

Only the last needle is needed.

A gentle prick.

That will allow them to completely detonate!

On the screen, the argument continued, with everyone caught up in a frenzy of mutual accusations.

Just then, Jinta, the dejected boy who had been attacked by everyone, slowly raised his head.

His eyes no longer held confusion and grievance, but a heart-wrenching, all-seeing sadness.

His gaze swept over his menacing-looking companions, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"None of us were really thinking about menma's sake, were we?"

"We are just fulfilling our own desires."

The moment the words left his mouth, the screen went black.

This time, there wasn't even any background music.

There was only endless darkness and deathly silence.

However, Jinta's words, which struck at the heart, pierced the hearts of every audience member in the auditorium.