Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

"Don't talk nonsense." Luo He quickly put back his glasses.The resin mirror was so reflective that he couldn't see where his eyes were looking at all. Luo He crossed his palms and fingers on the coffee table, suppressed his smile, and seemed to be in a leadership meeting.

Wei Zixu blinked his eyes, and continued his previous sentence very naturally: "So, first clean up the inner wall and move flammable things away. Then ask the director for some dry powder fire extinguishers. It's safe." There was no malice in his speech, as if no one had said "nonsense" just now.

Wei Zixu faced Luo He, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the darkness behind him. When he rolled his eyes, he raised his head with a smile: "Are you right, Min Ze?"

Peng Min was looking for these two people, and found them in the corner under the staircase corridor through the hall. They seemed to be chatting harmoniously, so he walked over directly.But when they got closer, they realized that what they were discussing about feelings was not some advanced philosophy, but Wei Zixu said seriously, "You look beautiful when you smile", and he said it to the serious Luo He.Peng Min's ears exploded with thunder, embarrassing along with Luo He's.

"Minze, are you okay, why are your eyes dull..." Wei Zixu asked worriedly.

Instinctively, he might have broken through an unspeakable atmosphere, but Peng Min wanted to ignore it and talk about his business, but he opened his mouth and asked in a strange way: "Uh, what? What were you talking about just now?"

"We're talking about the fireplace." Wei Zixu pointed to the direct-fire fireplace embedded in the wall, "Professor Luo and I have never seen a fireplace burning, so I want to try lighting this."

Peng Min looked at his fingers: "Oh, I can light, just find a poker and charcoal newspaper. I'll see if there are any of these on the pad later."

"Really?" Wei Zixu had joy in his eyes, his smile was like melting snow in March, warming his heart, "Thank you for your hard work."

However, even with such a smile, Peng Min couldn't say anything so shameful.He turned his face away uncomfortably, scratched his nose, and suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming here: "By the way, what do you want for lunch, today's stock at noon is snacks from all over the world, such as ramen and claypot rice."

"Ramen!" Wei Zixu yelled without hesitation, and he didn't forget to say: "Add more coriander!"

"Okay," Peng Min smiled, "I'll add it."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing their conversation, Luo He, who has always been prudent, couldn't sit still, and looked at Peng Minze anxiously: "...do you do it separately?" After getting Peng Minze's affirmative answer Finally, the stern-faced young professor visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Peng Min, on the other hand, was still thinking when he walked to the kitchen: picky eaters, and won't fight back when they are taken advantage of. Is this the popular contrast and cuteness nowadays?It seems a bit cute, no wonder Wei Zixu went to seduce others again.Or is it that this little indecency unlocks group skills, seducing everyone?Fortunately, he is still a little proud.

Wait, what are you proud of?

After he left, Wei Zixu, who had successfully ended the topic of the fireplace, looked satisfied, took the "Divine Comedy", leaned back into the armchair with his legs crossed, the spine of the book resting on his knees, and gently touched the gold-plated title page with his fingers, flipping the paper.People say that the peony and shouju are as beautiful as the flowers blooming and the wealth is compelling.Red plums in the snow, the beauty is proud.Deep valleys and orchids, the beauty lies in the unconscious.Wei Zixu sat in a corner, sinking completely into the typeface, followed Dante through the purgatory on earth, his brows were calm, like orchid petals fluttering with the late wind, not fighting for fame or morning dew.

Luo He has seen many young people who are born with a good appearance. These people are indeed lucky. Among other things, the appearance can bring too much convenience to people.Although I have been taught not to judge people by their appearance since childhood, I have to admit that those children who are obviously above or below average in appearance will also have a stereotyped personality, and they will easily grow crooked if they are not careful.Most people yearn for and worry about people who are too good-looking. After all, they have become accustomed to other people's good looks when they grow up, and they will more or less be used to some minor problems by the people around them.

Wei Zixu's appearance is not to say that it is not amazing, and he is young, but he does not have the arrogant temperament to match him, which seems a bit different.

However, Luo He's interest in this topic is far less than his interest in the topic of "how to get out of here".

The first book in hand was John Conrad's book. Looking at the name, Luo He thought of what the director said last night. "John Conrad wrote: It is not necessary to attribute the origin of evil to natural factors. Human beings are capable of committing any crime. It is just now that this crime has no external cause."

"Hmm?" Wei Zixu raised his head, "Hmm... this sounds familiar, oh, is Professor Luo thinking about what the director said, 'you are all caused by yourself'? That's his sophistry. "

Luo He: "But he really didn't do anything other than lock us together. On the surface, this game doesn't have the conditions for a smooth development. So I think the situation of the wolf who was the first to kill people should be different from others. The director pointed out 'this time', what is the difference this time, will the wolf be the key?"

"Although it makes sense..." Wei Zixu closed the book and sat up straight, "But isn't it too subjective to regard him as the key point? There are some perverted murderers recorded in criminal history who can't control themselves to kill. If Let such a person come in, and give him a weapon, then this killing game will continue to the end if left alone."

Luo He might have thought about this too.However, criminals who cannot control themselves to kill have serious mental illnesses, it is difficult to behave like ordinary people, and they generally reject contact with normal people.The most important point, if it's just like this, isn't it very interesting-this idea even surprised Luo He himself, this is obviously considered from the director's point of view. Did the director's absurd obsessions and cruelty wrapped in tenderness gradually poison him?Luo He quickly denied it. This was just an empathy in a special situation. He was still very disdainful of the director's behavior of treating human life as a plaything.

The title of the "Divine Comedy" in Wei Zixu's hands is eye-catching. If the source of evil lies in human beings, those innocent gods will demand human belief and guide human souls to the pure land.But even in the most prosperous period of religious belief, the crime rate remained high, and it even became a dark period in the history of human civilization.Luo He inevitably showed a trace of disrespect: "Wei Zixu, if there is a God, you are now involved in this dangerous game, why doesn't your Lord come to save you?"

Wei Zixu smiled: "Professor Luo, the Lord is not the police, nor is it a helpline. I believe in the Lord, not for the benefit."

Luo He: "Isn't it? Isn't it because Jehovah promised to give Isaac land, cattle and sheep, give King Solomon wisdom, and all kinds of benefits to his people, so believers will be loyal to him?"

Wei Zixu: "That's what the original missionaries said. In the period when there was not enough food and clothing, this was the greatest temptation. Christianity has developed to the present, and its teachings have become much richer than before. Those stories in the "Old Testament" also have modern interpretations. " Luo He opened his mouth and wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Wei Zixu, who put the book on his lap back on the coffee table, bent forward, and looked into Luo He's eyes.

"Professor Luo, you just don't believe it. Before you hear anything about theism, you think about how to overthrow it. But I never think that theism and atheism are opposite. For my belief, the Lord is both the cause and the effect. Rules, he is like a law that everything in the universe obeys. Isn’t this very similar to the ultimate truth that science and philosophy want to pursue? It’s just that basic science comes from induction, from phenomena to laws, and then using laws to explain phenomena If it is generally applicable, it will become a 'theorem' and be believed by future generations." He talked endlessly, the depths of his pupils were unpredictable, and Luo He seemed to see an independent universe that was still operating and obeyed unknown rules.

"So belief in dialectical materialism and atheism is actually a religion in a broad sense, and it is broader and more specific. In other words, if there are people who don't believe in anything, they can't be called human beings. In the same way, my The Lord is also truth, one of many truths."

At some point, Luo He also sat up straight: "You said one of them, isn't the truth the only one? Or, if it is not the only one, is it still called 'truth'?"

Wei Zixu shook his head: "Different systems naturally correspond to different truths. Just like I am in the system of theism and you are in the system of science, I cannot explain theism to you in scientific language."

"Hehehe..." Luo He supported the back of his head with his right hand, and squinted his eyes to look at Wei Zixu, "You really have some strange ideas... If you meet outside, maybe you can become friends."

"Huh?" Wei Zixu was greatly shocked: "If we met here, can't we be friends?"

Luo He didn't expect him to throw the ball politely, but was hit back with a straight ball by Wei Zixu and made a hole-in-one. "Here..." His eyes darkened, "Let's take care of ourselves first."

After drinking and eating, he went back to his room to take a nap.His room was on the west side of the mansion, and it would be exposed to direct sunlight at three o'clock in the afternoon, so he drew the curtains in advance.There are two layers of curtains, the gray curtain near the window and the thick palm-patterned curtain on the inner layer, which are very blackout, and the room is no different from the night when it is fully drawn.He turned on a circle of wall lamps, the light was dim, just enough to cultivate drowsiness.

Apart from the books brought from the study, there were few other items on the desk, and the red wine and glasses stood there abruptly. "Well, is there any left?" He turned the glass bottle upside down and squeezed out the last drop.

Exactly one cup.

Circles of ripples appeared on the surface of the purple-red liquid, filling the originally clear interior of the glass.He picked it up, but couldn't smell the mellow aroma of red wine.Instead, there is a strong salty smell, like blood-stained sea water, dark and turbulent.

"目を覚ましたら闻こえてくる" seemed to hear it when I opened my eyes

"雨音に脳をすます" the desolate sound of rain in my ears

The singing came clearly from the corridor.

"明けない夜に升るはずの" comes to mind the night before dawn

「阳のpositionを思い液べる」the position where the sun should rise

do not go.don't open the door.don't listen.

The singing was calm and undulating, completely different from her last hoarse voice.

His hand put the glass down.His legs took a step towards the door.

do not go.

"り あ い な あ 黒 な 黒 い umbrella" is not commensurate with the big black umbrella

"Thin るい空に" under the slightly bright sky

The singing gradually approached his room.It was getting closer and closer, so close that even the sound of breathing in the middle could be clearly heard.

he walked over.He can't control it.A thought was sharply stopped in his mind, and every cell in his body was trembling, but he couldn't control it.He always has to face it.From then on, she would follow him like a shadow, singing in his fear.

The singing has come to his door.

「手を把ばしさしたら小さななしになった」 If you extend your hand, it becomes a tiny darkness

He opened the door.

At the end of the corridor, Lin Shanzhi's body walked towards the wall without a head, and there were still those wriggling crystal arms hanging from his body.A round thing rubbed against his toes, he looked down, Lin Shanzhi's head was looking up at him, tremblingly finished the last sentence.

"near す ぎ た shadow far い boo" the figure close at hand is a far away lie

She arrived as promised.

"Boom!" Wei Zixu slammed the door behind him and locked three doors.Blood leaked through the crack of the door, staining the dark blue carpet black.He backed up, backed up again, the blood rose higher and higher until it was almost over his ankles, and he jumped onto the table.

"Medicine...medicine..." His hands were shaking violently, and it took several minutes to find out the wallet, quickly grabbed a green capsule, and swallowed it.Wei Zixu hugged his knees and huddled in the corner of the desk, sweating profusely.He kept taking deep breaths, and didn't dare to open his eyes until the intercostal breathing muscles were sore.

Nothing at all.Ordinary to unremarkable room.A glass of restless red wine.Empty capsule rinds in the trash.

Risperidone, an atypical antipsychotic.Healthy people will experience severe drowsiness as a side effect after taking it.

Tragedy is paired with poisoned wine, which is perfect.

The author has something to say: In fact, this article originally set Luo He as an offense, but later changed it when he felt it was inappropriate.

There are two reasons why it is not suitable. One is that Boss Wei doesn't like such connotative men (Boss Wei only sees such a superficial figure!)

The second is that driving with Luo He is too heavy-handed and cannot pass the trial (you will understand why it is heavy-handed after reading it)