Be a good guy in the infinite game

No one expected that the person who died on the third night would be Lin Jin.

Moreover, only two people died, and the wooden puppets on the stage have been raised like living people. Fortunately, the third act is over. Stand where you are.

This night, nothing else happened.

In the morning, the remaining eight people returned to their chairs. Along with the change of puppets on the stage, the restraints of the chairs became stronger after yesterday's accidental loosening. Song Huanyu's resistance seemed to be in vain.

Unable to predict what would happen next, Song Huanyu became more and more anxious.

When he was anxious, Yin Chu put his slender hands on his shoulders.

"Don't worry," Yin Chu looked at the two-meter-three female puppet on the stage, "It will be over soon."

Song Huanyu asked again, but Yin Chu kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Although Yin Chu was silent, strangely, he seemed to understand why Yin Chu did this.

Just like the last forced dungeon, Song Huanyu didn't want him to know too much. Seeing Yin Chu's presence all the time, Song Huanyu really felt at ease.

A boring day passed, because no one could foresee what would happen next, Ci Lin and Bao Bao fell asleep directly, Jiang Yiting and Li Meihui became more and more frightened, they couldn't sleep, they were in a trance, looking like There are some bad trends faintly.

The words Song Huanyu said to them were comforting at best, and could not alleviate the anxiety when facing the crisis of life and death.

The hypocritical and peaceful day passed, and when the dangerous night came, Ci Lin and Bao Bao opened their eyes at the same time. They seemed to have slept very peacefully, but also seemed to have not slept at all.

"Tonight is the fourth act." Gui Bao said, "What will happen tonight?"

His tone was a bit vicissitudes, with the magical power of prophecy.

Before that, they had already spent three full days and three nights in the dungeon. Except for Song Huanyu's forceful break from the chair and Xu Yan's sudden madness, this dungeon did not reveal any other dangers, but they would not think that this dungeon was just because of this. The copy is safe, but I am more worried about the following night.

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"The fourth act of the story begins."

Hood, who had never had a high sense of presence, suddenly said this, and everyone looked at the stage.

The candles on both sides "stab and pull" to ignite, and the originally misty dusk was instantly covered by darkness, and only the stage illuminated by a halo of yellow light could be seen.

The background pattern on the cloth has become the appearance of a sacrificial ceremony. The tall arena is filled with fruits, and men and women in strange costumes have strange postures and dance strange dances on the empty platform.

And the female puppet who had turned into a human being was entangled by thin silk threads and began to moan softly.

The girl was carried by a sedan chair to the temple where she was sacrificed, and the villagers enshrined her on the shrine. The ignorant girl watched people light incense, worship, and then put on a mask and dance.

The girl was very panicked at first.

Until she saw a bronze mirror on the altar.

"This bronze mirror is two feet long, exactly the same as the bronze mirror at home!"

Then she saw her true self in the mirror.

"What kind of monster is there!" the girl puppet sang tremblingly: "The monster with six eyes and eight arms on its back is actually myself!"

The young boy with a blue face and fangs is an illusion!The shivering girl curled up in the bungalow is also an illusion. In this ceremony, the ghosts and gods sacrificed are herself!

Seeing this, everyone in the audience felt their scalps go numb!

At this point, this scene should be coming to an end, Song Huanyu is a little more sober

His eyelids jumped violently, he grabbed Yin Chu's hand, and immediately wanted to stand up from the bamboo chair, but after the fourth act of the story, the female puppets on the stage did not stop and freeze as before, but He turned and looked at the audience in the audience.

That is Song Huanyu and the others.

The appearance of the puppet is already very close to that of a human being. With just two living people, she has already recovered a human face.

She was neither happy nor sad, and all the panic on the stage faded away, and she looked at the audience like a newborn baby.

The eyes that looked at them were human eyes.

Between heaven and earth

It was pitch black, save for the light of two candles.

This light lured Fei'e, and the remaining eight people in the audience were deeply attracted.

Not just mentally, but physically as well.

Song Huanyu grasped Yin Chu's hand tightly.

For a while, they seemed to be in the center of a vortex, like a flat boat with no support, or rolled back and forth three hundred times in a front-loading washing machine. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the remaining eight people were all dead. Standing on the stage.

Under the stage, at the junction of light and darkness, ten empty chairs were staggered into two rows. In the center of the first row sat a puppet girl who had broken away from the silk thread.

They exchanged with the puppet on the stage.

They stood on the stage, and the puppet girl became the audience.

All these thoughts happened only in the blink of an eye. In fact, the scene around them was still changing. @无限好文,

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The stage is constantly expanding, and the small town is gradually protruding from the background of the cloth cover. On the stage, there are paths paved with bluestone slabs and bricks, low and depressing bungalows like coffins, and ancient and mysterious temples for worship.

Everything around swelled up as if being squeezed and quickly rebounded. In this bizarre change, the sky was curved, emotions were swollen, and even time seemed to be distorted.

Song Huanyu couldn't tell whether the patterns in the background of the canvas became reality, or they were pulled into the canvas.

Maybe there is no difference between the two.

They didn't fully wake up until they finally had a real feeling under their feet.

Everyone understands that this is a stage.

Bunches of eyes came from the distant audience, as if looking down, as if admiring, and as if mocking.

This is a change that no one expected.

Suddenly they are actors.

"What are we going to do now? What are we going to do now?" Li Meihui and Xu Yan panicked inexplicably. Their spirits were already weak, but when the environment changed suddenly, an inexplicable despair suddenly enveloped them.

The warm light of the distant candle lights up the town of Shinuo on the stage of the play, and there is a long road at the foot, which extends to the end, which is the ordinary place where the girl in the play lives.

room.

They go back to the first act of the play.

"Our mission is to rescue her," Bao Bao said in a murmur, "Rescue is definitely not what Lin Jin said, so it is to rescue her."

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"But isn't a girl a monster?"

The four-act theatrical performance has connected a complete story for them. The first thing the girl fears is herself.

——She is both cause and effect, and this is her one-man show.

So is this what the prompt actually means?