Be a good guy in the infinite game

Song Huanyu couldn't understand this kind of way of treating people inappropriately, but the three ladies were noisy, and he couldn't move his butt off the chair. After thinking about it, he planned to find a suitable time to remind them.

Ten people sat in chairs, and soon it was evening.

It's getting dark.

In the hazy light, Precious eyes are the most venomous, he pointed out: "Look, the cloth background picture hanging on the stage has changed

NS. "

At this time, the gloomy sky was almost black, and Song Huanyu had a bad premonition, watching the strange stage gradually disappear into the darkness.

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He stared, trying to see clearly the patterns painted on the background of the cloth from the dense darkness like TV snowflakes, but the cloth was already old, and the patterns were still dark and heavy in broad daylight, and even more dim and difficult to distinguish at night .

Song Huanyu's eyes hurt from seeing it, and his keen biological instinct seemed to have abandoned him, making him unable to see in the thick darkness.

"The painting on it has really changed?" Song Huanyu asked Yin Chu habitually when he encountered a problem, and Song Huanyu raised his heel to touch the young man beside him.

"It has definitely changed."

Accompanied by Yin Chu's cold and unwavering voice, a candle suddenly lit up on each of the two dirty columns on both sides of the stage.

The candle was also very dirty. Standing on the cylinder, everyone thought it was two mottled wooden sticks of unknown purpose during the day, until its wick was suddenly ignited, and the bright red transparent wax dripped down, only to find these two wooden sticks It turned out to be candles. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Look at that candle!" Xu Yan tremblingly took Liang Yiting's hand beside her, "It's obviously a white candle, what about the wax oil?"

What is red! "

Although the candle was very dirty, as if it had experienced a lot of wind and rain, under the sudden and flickering candlelight, it could still be seen that it was originally a white candle.

"Don't scare yourself!" Liang Yiting frowned and scolded in a low voice.

If you look closely, she is actually trembling too.

Except for Liang Yiting, no one talked to Xu Yan anymore, and the others were not interested in whether the candle was a white candle or a red candle, because they were all concerned about the canvas background under the candlelight.

Bao Bao is right, the pattern on the cloth has indeed changed.

Song Huanyu remembered that during the daytime, it was still embroidered with some landscape backgrounds, but now the patterns on the cloth turned into rows of small gray houses, which should be a small town.

Under the dirty cloth, the doors of every house are closed, and a depressive atmosphere circulates in the picture.

At the same time, Song Huanyu found that he could move.

The force that imprisoned them on the bamboo chair suddenly disappeared. He first moved his buttocks, and then stood up abruptly from the chair without any obstruction.

Ci Lin and Hood also noticed this change, and they stood up one after another.

At this time, there was a beating of gongs and drums from nowhere, which was far away in the sky, and when I listened carefully, it was close to my ears.The sound of the gong was trembling, and the sound had not been completely silenced. Immediately afterwards, a burst of clapper beating sounded sparsely again.

Under the candlelight, the babbling vocals followed, and the puppet show was about to start on the stage.

"Look at the stage!"

Xu Yan roared, following the direction her trembling fingers pointed, Song Huanyu saw the pile of rotten wood on the stage creaking and moving.

In the yellow halo of two candles, the puppet thread connecting the pile of rotten wood was tense, reflecting a cold luster like metal under the only light in the night.

Under the influence of the puppet string, the pile of wood on the stage creaked and stood up from the original place. It has limbs carved out of wood, a square neck and body that is not flexible at all, and a round Wooden head.

There is also a vicious ghost mask on his head.

This pile of rotten wood turned out to be a human figure when it stood up!

The puppet is very tall, more than half the height of ordinary humans, and its rough and dirty wood looks even more eerie under the candlelight.

different.

The sound of music on the stage seems to be there, but it is deafening when you look back and think about it. The sound of gongs and drums sounded faintly, and the wooden puppets connected by thousands of silk threads babbled and sang on the stage.

Act One: The Legend.

"Shinuo is located at the foot of the mountain. There have been many strange legends for a hundred years. It is rumored that there is a monster with six ears on its head and eight arms on its back. It likes to swim at night.

Wander~wander~"

The singing voice of the wooden puppet is very hoarse, sometimes accompanied by the sound of creaking wood. There are two rows of low gatehouses painted on the cloth background behind it. The wooden puppet seems to be carefully walking through the town. on the street.

"The rumors are rampant, like blankets and quilts, the village is dead silent at night, and no one dares to make a noise~" While singing, the tall wooden puppet looks behind it under the control of silk threads, as if something is following it.The puppet's singing became more and more trembling: "People are hiding in bed, afraid to speak, afraid to sleep, people are in panic, the village at night is like a tomb, like a tomb~"

Seeing the wooden puppet babbling and singing for a while, Song Huanyu finally understood.

This scene on the stage is about a man who happens to be late, and as he walks home he is horrified by the legend of the monster that has ravaged the village.

After the babbling libretto was over, the old-fashioned ditty sounded again on the stage. This time it was not the libretto of the wooden puppet, but the seemingly invisible music.

Under this weird and desolate tune, the wooden puppet stopped in front of a low bungalow painted in the background of the canvas. Yes, the pattern on the canvas changed again.The wooden puppet stretched out its dirty old wooden arm and touched the low door, as if it was about to push it away and walk into the canvas painting.

The moment the wooden puppet touched the pattern on the cloth, the music and accompaniment stopped abruptly, and the first act of the story ended.

The night on the wilderness is still dense, there is not a single star in the sky, only the two white candles dripping with red wax oil have not been extinguished, forming a dim yellow halo, which is comparable to the stage and the cloth background on the stage. The wooden puppet is covered in it.

The music stopped abruptly, and Song Huanyu and the others stood on the edge of the candlelight and darkness, suddenly waking up—they had finished watching this scene unconsciously.

"Go and have a look behind the stage!" Someone shouted in the darkness.

Song Huanyu's expression was shocked, it was Lin Jin's voice, but without his command, the hood had already merged into the darkness, and walked to the back of the stage, followed by the brother and sister Lin Ciren.

"What's behind the stage?" Lin Jin asked again.

"Nothing." The voice of the hood came steadily in the darkness, "The silk thread has sunk into the cloth decoration behind the stage, I don't know if it is

Something is manipulating this puppet. "

"Alas!"

Xu Yan, Jiang Yiting, Li Mei and the three of them screamed. The night was too dark, the singing was too weird, and the candlelight on the stage was too weak. The three ladies sat on the bamboo chairs and were unwilling to move. He turned pale with fright. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Brother Lin, I'm a little scared." Xu Yan said weakly.

"Stay on the chair if you're afraid, we're looking for clues." Lin Jin's tone was a little impatient, but to Song Huanyu's surprise, he didn't order the three ladies to help him touch something that might be dangerous .

In the second half of the night, they kept going around this weird stage, and when the two white candles burned out, the sky was bright, and the ten people sat back on their chairs again in a daze, imprisoned in the auditorium by invisible forces .

Precious coughed, starting with him, and the ten people began to exchange information obtained during the night.