Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

"Does the dean like chocolate truffles?"

In the dean's office, the new dean just took back a courier from the guard and opened it, revealing the outer packaging of two boxes of imported chocolates.He checked it, grinned, and put the chocolate into the drawer with his disposable gloved hand.

The previous owners of this office were all elderly, with old-fashioned decoration, and nothing but necessary office supplies.After he moved in, he replaced all the furniture with mahogany, which he liked, kept the documents tidy, and switched to an all-in-one computer.Because of the mail-order truffle chocolates every three days, the office is often filled with the sweet smell of chocolate, and it seems that even the room has become younger with the owner.

"Ah, it's Xiao Hanqing." The dean heard her question, and turned to look at her with a smile: "I just want to ask you something, is there any way to make the chocolate packaging more cute, these boxes are too dirty gone."

"Cute?" Xiao Han raised his eyebrows lightly, "Do you want to try the sugar bowl? There are many styles, and you can also customize it. I know a very popular handicraft store, recommend it to the dean."

"Sugar bowl? Seems like a good idea, so I can take it out and put it on my desk instead of stuffing it in a drawer."

"Is the dean planning to distribute it to the guests who come to the office?"

"If you don't give it, how can I be willing to give it to others?"

[You thought you were doing the right thing at the time. 】

Xiao Han opened his mouth wide, pressed the base of his tongue down, retched non-stop, trying to spit out the candy that had slipped into his esophagus.The building block city and toy soldiers at her feet are bright and mighty, and the ornaments hang from the top of the terrace, and the clouds and small airplanes hover slowly above her head.In the hall, the nursery rhymes were crisp and melodious, and the balloon ribbons formed a sea of ​​hilarity.

[Inject the lead solution into the truffle chocolate little by little, then put it back into the sugar jar and shake it evenly.You've done it so many times without ever being caught once. 】

【Did you think about the poor, sick and injured patients in the inpatient department, the cheap Chinese patent medicines that were forcibly replaced, and the dean's brand-new sports car.Are you moved by your righteous behavior, as if everyone will sing praises for your sacrifice? 】

【His retribution is just to use your hand to arrive early.Is it right? 】

[But, who gave you the right to life and death? 】

"Ah... hiss, ah..." Xiao Hanqing began to inhale, his brows were frowned in pain, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.At the same time, smoke of five colors came out of her body, rising slowly like a colorful curtain, full of innocence and childishness.

Luo He's complexion changed, because he saw the place where the smoke rose, Xiao Han's light clothes were charred and carbonized, the exposed skin was full of blisters, and the oil was still boiling and beating.Colorful smoke was emerging from her pores.

[The dean's sudden resignation was earlier than you expected, right?Aren't you surprised that the amount of lead he ingested was obviously not lethal. 】

Xiao Hanqing's voice became quieter, and the director's words caught her attention.

[Is what everyone is saying true?Or is it another self-orgasm by the masses who are good at making things up? 】

[Even once, have you investigated the new dean carefully? 】

The dying woman sat up straight suddenly, looking up desperately and helplessly, as if she finally realized her stupidity and was afraid of being poked in the face.What's ridiculous is that the upright sitting position put her in the center of the smoke, ethereal and beautiful like a fairy in the clouds.

[He is not a good person out of ten.For example, he became the dean because he went through the back door, and his wife is the daughter of the previous dean. 】

【He's not [-]% bad.For example, his new car was bought by his wife as a gift for his tenth wedding anniversary. 】

[For example, he has a lovely daughter who is less than 9 years old and loves chocolate truffles very much. 】

"No..." Xiao Han murmured something lightly, his whole body trembling, and he forgot the pain for a while.

[Not the lethal dose for adults.The lethal dose for children is more than enough. 】

As the nursery rhyme progressed to the chorus part, more than a dozen children sang together, tender and warm.The dean's daughter is at the age of elementary school, and she will wear a school uniform and dress, laughing and going to school with her classmates.

The child's crisp laughter gradually overlapped with Xiao Hanqing's screams.Yes, his custom-made sugar bowls are shaped like bunnies on his desk, and there are always chocolate truffles in them.His computer screen and mobile phone screen are all a little girl with no front teeth.

Why didn't she find out.

The interior of the glass terrace is already filled with smoke, soft and gorgeous, five colors blend together, and finally become a beautiful pink, the favorite color of little girls.Against a pink background, Xiao Han lowered his arms lightly.

"sorry......"

It turns out that this is how the flame devours human skin.

The part closest to the skin has an extremely high temperature, and the radiation wave has a short wavelength and is almost transparent in color.The moment it touched the skin, the piece of flesh spread out like foam, as if what was connected underneath was not the tendons and bones, but a smooth liquid surface, which was easily peeled off by the flames.The part that was peeled off was bright and abnormal, without hair follicles, and it was smooth and greasy. On the contrary, the edges changed more wonderfully, with fire bubbles, oil boiling, and scorched black scabs.

Fire devours the skin, eating very slowly and with great enjoyment.

This was different from what Luo He had imagined.

The human body does not turn into ashes as soon as it touches the flame.From the epidermis to the dermis, from the beautiful cheeks to the beating internal organs, from the tips of the hair to the bone marrow, the flames are steady and approaching step by step, far more vivid than Luo He imagined.A lively and lovely person, even if surrounded by flames, will not burst like a balloon, and the pain will end quickly.Instead, she struggled, howled, and clawed at everything nearby with her bloody palms, leaving behind imprints of interstitial fluid mixed with blood.

It takes more than ten hours to be burned into a mummified corpse, and even if it is only burned to death, it will take nearly an hour.

Such a long, tragic death.

Suddenly, Luo He's knees softened, and he knelt heavily on the ground, with sharp tinnitus. His hands rested on the ground, and his stomach was overwhelmed. The red carpet in front of him was twisting at a strange angle, as if refracted by the uneven density of air above the flames. Abnormally hot.

"Professor Luo, are you okay?" He felt himself being pulled up and helped into the bathroom.Facing the sink, blindingly white, his esophagus convulsed, and pungent vomit rushed out.Someone tapped him on the back and turned on the faucet to wash away the dirt.

The flame was also a small ball at the beginning, weak and pitiful, and could be easily extinguished, why didn't she act at that time?

No, it is not.Luo He had heard that the police said that she had welded the doors and windows to death the day before, and emptied a whole gas tank.She didn't give herself any room at all.

"Would you like some water, Professor Luo?"

She is obviously very talented, and she is always eager to listen to his lectures in the first row, and the tasks assigned to her are always completed beyond the ordinary.

So how could Luo He think that she would be so stupid.

"Professor Luo?"

She dances among burning houses.The waist was swinging, the lotus root arms were lightly raised, light and graceful, and the flame was like a bright red ribbon wrapped around her body. The slowly flowing lava stream flowed into the skin along the folds of her clothes, burning her eyebrows, hair, Gu Pan's bright eyes.

But she smiled indifferently, as if Luo He's fear at the moment was just the foolishness of mortals.

She shows off her shoulders clad in flames.She said: Professor, did you see it?

The fire of truth burns in me.

"Professor Luo, are you okay?"

She stopped and looked at Luo He, with an expression on her face as if she didn't understand why he appeared here.

But only for a moment, she was relieved.Called him in her usual urgent tone: Professor?

professor?

Professor Professor Professor Professor Professor?

Do you regret it?

"Professor Luo?"

"To shut up!"

Her voice coincided with that of Wei Zixu's, Luo He threw down the words heavily, leaning on the sink to pant.Wei Zixu was overwhelmed by this yell, holding a water glass in his hand, so he took a few steps back and timidly apologized behind Luo He: "Um, I'm sorry."

Luo He came to rest, straightened up, saw Wei Zixu standing behind him from the mirror on the sink, and he was looking at Luo He in the mirror with worried eyes.Just now he vomited violently, Luo He roughly pulled open the neckline, a button fell off, and now the stand collar and tie are hanging loosely.Luo He's face was terribly pale, his cheeks were thin, and under his eyes were bruises that would never grow well.If Wei Zixu hadn't been standing behind him, he wouldn't have recognized that person as himself.Luo He suddenly realized that he hadn't taken a good look at himself for a long time.

He opened the bathroom door and passed by Wei Zixu without saying a word.

Is this execution so cruel?Mo Wanxiang turned her head under the balcony, just in time to see Luo He kneeling on the ground.

The auditorium designated by the Director is the only blind spot. Every time DEATHTHEATER opens, Mo Wanxiang curls up in the shadows under the terrace, covers her ears, and waits for everything to end with her heart beating violently.The sound insulation of the glass terrace is very good. If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear the wailing of the people inside before they die.If you turn your back to the terrace and face the hall, you may only see a banquet.

It is especially reassuring here today.Mo Wanxiang waited for the music to end, opened her eyes, and realized that it was because there was no light source. The big wall lamp above her head was broken, and it became a real dark corner, and no one even noticed that she was hiding in it.

Mo Wanxiang looked at Wei Zixu and helped Luo He to go to the bathroom.She always thought that Luo He was a very powerful person, and it was the first time she saw him lose his composure.The faces of the others were also very ugly.If you continue to stay here, everyone will gradually be driven crazy.

Wei Zixu went to the kitchen to bring lukewarm water to Luo Hesheng, but he didn't appreciate it, so he dragged his weak body away.Wei Zixu sighed, poured out the water, and washed his hands in the sink.After coming out of the bathroom, the hall was scattered with people.Wei Zixu looked up at the balcony, where there were only toys and ornaments left, and the corpse should have been transported to the cemetery.

In fact, think about it, the most unacceptable killing, transportation and disposal of corpses, the director has simplified it to the greatest extent. The DEATHTHEATER has a secret passage, and each person has a stretcher under the bed, so that they can send the living into the grave without much psychological burden. .The whole process is as light and ridiculous as a game.After they confuse reality and games, even if they can survive DEATHSHOW, can they reintegrate into the life outside.

There was a person sitting in the auditorium, with his back to Wei Zixu, hunched over, with his elbows resting on his knees.

Wei Zixu hesitated for a few seconds, wondering if he should take the initiative to apologize to him.But thinking of his ignoring behavior in the morning, it might take some time for him to calm down.So Wei Zixu tiptoed past the auditorium.

"Why lie?"

Wei Zixu stopped behind him and looked at him with some surprise: "Minze, are you willing to talk to me?"

"Why did you lie?" Peng Min repeated the question.

"Hmm..." Wei Zixu laughed dryly, "It's not a lie, I did stay by the lake last night."

Peng Min turned around and looked Wei Zixu squarely, without any hint of jokes in his tone: "Why do you say I'm not there? The truth is, we are both here, and it has nothing to do with the wolf attacking Zhao Lun, and to be honest, we wouldn't." What's the problem. What's your plan?"

Wei Zixu didn't dare to look at him, "Anyway, the trial is over, it doesn't matter..."

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Peng Min tried his best to suppress his anger: "If it weren't for the prophet's identity jump, they would have doubted you first. You said you were the only one there, and no one can prove why you went to the place where you were just attacked yesterday. The location is hanging around, no one can prove what you did, do you know what it means? You look at that patio, someone just died in it, and you thought it could be you without that person! Said you wanted to die so much , I didn’t have to be so frightened to save you back before!”

"I know," Wei Zixu interrupted him, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips, "I know, Min Ze. But I can't control it..."

"When others look at you suspiciously, I can't help but think, if you don't go underground and perform death in the DEATHTHEATER, and I can only watch you die in the auditorium. When I think of that ending, It seems that even the blood is frozen, it's not as good as that, it's not as good as..."

His pupils were dilated, and there was deep helplessness in his eyes. As soon as he met the fire in Peng Minze's chest, moist heat was generated, which slowly poured into some empty cavities in his body, making it very dry and itchy.He looked at that pretty face with such a vulnerable expression.

"Minze, I'm afraid. I'm very afraid."