Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

In the neat and orderly room, the desk is next to the single bed, the mattress is neatly folded, and a Mickey schoolbag stands on the pillow.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the sunlight could not penetrate into the room. The little boy used three small table lamps to form a 270-degree circle, trying his best to create the effect of a shadowless lamp.The small desk lamp was painted dark blue, the same color as his school shorts.

He nailed the "sweet and sour pork ribs" to the plastic foam with four thumbtacks. He had an anesthesia injection 10 minutes ago, and stuffed alcohol cotton balls into its mouth.Its dark round eyes stared at Wei Zixu. If there were emotions in the eyes of animals, what kind of fear and helplessness would it be?

Obviously not long ago, Wei Zixu stroked its paws with his fingers and said seriously, "I like you too."

But the little boy concentrated on studying the anatomical diagrams, cut open the abdomen, cut off the ribs, opened the lung lobes, and found the beating little heart.The key to draining blood is to insert the tip of a needle into the left ventricle to inject water while it is still alive, and let the heart beat by itself to pump blood out of the whole body.That way it won't stain his expensive carpet.

When the little boy went out holding that little heart, the paws of "Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs" were still twitching.

"Mommy mommy!"

The little boy showed his mother the fruits of his hard work.This is the most beautiful organ, a gift from his most valued friend, and he deserves to be praised.

Mom stood in the middle of the living room, her white T-shirt clinging to her toned figure.The little boy raised his head and dedicated his little heart to her with difficulty.

But the heart was still beating, and after being away from the body for so long, it felt as if it had a life of its own, and streams of arterial blood gushed out, soaking through mother's white T-shirt and the dazzling white patterns on the carpet.

Mother rubbed Wei Zixu's hair with her big hands, the blood clotted his hair and flowed down his forehead, blurring his vision.In the scarlet, he heard his mother say: "You are braver than them. Everyone here is not as good as you."

Then the little boy laughed.All he wanted was that simple.

Mother......

Mom, praise me.

Wei Zixu closed the door.

Liu Jing has already started to move. His plan is too risky. If any part of it goes wrong, there will be no tomorrow. Where did he get this confidence?Wei Zixu folded his arms and slowly walked towards the desk.The only flaw he showed before was caught by Liu Jing, and since then, he has been targeting Wei Zixu intentionally or unintentionally.With just one glance, did he notice so much?

No, he should be just suspicious.If he had a little self-knowledge about his status as a prophet, he wouldn't dare to vote for Wei Zixu rashly.

Liujing regards tonight as a gamble, which is also a turning point for Wei Zixu.

"I read "The Divine Comedy" again, and I gained a lot of insights."

Inside the desk, Luo He put down the old book and shifted his gaze to Wei Zixu.

Wei Zi pretended not to see him, turned his feet and walked towards the window sill.

Although it was a risky move for Liu Jing to provoke Wei Zixu, he should at least be prepared to be killed.How could he think he could escape death?Because of the witch's medicine?Wei Zixu sorted it out carefully, from Han Xiaona's reaction on the first night, her self-help on the fourth day, and her attitude towards Liujing, Wei Zixu could almost be sure that she was a witch.

Why does Liujing think that the witch will leave him the medicine? Is he and Han Xiaona in an alliance?Or do you trust each other because you are a couple in the outside world?But if they were a couple, why did Han Xiaona turn a deaf ear to Liu Jing's obviously out-of-the-box behavior while pretending to have a normal relationship?From the perspective of an outsider, Wei Zixu can feel the obvious unequal status between them. Is it because of the deep love that they can be together?Or, this unequal status itself can bring them pleasure.

Wei Zixu only knows one kind of fringe couple relationship.

And what does Peng Minze's phrase "survive to the last day, I can protect you" mean? Does the last day have any special meaning?Wei Zixu didn't know that he and Peng Min were in opposing camps, that is to say, was it the secret of the good guys?What does this have to do with the "privilege" mentioned by the director?

Just as he was thinking, Wei Zixu was suddenly thrown against the wall by a burst of force.Luo He straddled his shoulders with one arm, lifted his chin with the other hand, his nails almost sank into Wei Zixu's flesh.Luo He smiled arrogantly.He said, "Look at me."

His eyes are sharp, but they are not restrained like before, they are just a mass of ashes, revealing the lingering warmth of hatred.

The "Divine Comedy" fell out of his hand and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.He said disapprovingly: "Dante must have never been to the real hell. If he had been, he would not be able to write such a poetic sentence."

Wei Zixu was forced to look at him, and the cold aura around Luo He assimilated Wei Zixu, from fingertips to scalp.Wei Zixu laughed unwillingly, and clasped Luo He's neck with both hands, "It's a pity that no one cares about the ghost's thoughts and feelings."

Luo He let him pinch without pain or itching, his stern expression seemed to float outside his body.He leaned closer to Wei Zixu, "Hehe, Wei Zixu, those who humiliate others will always humiliate them, and those who kill people will always kill them. How do you know that the ghost's obsession will not be conveyed to your enemies?"

Wei Zixu: "They trust me."

Luo He could hardly control his smile, and kept approaching Wei Zixu, his breath was like a snake's letter, licking Wei Zixu inside and out.He changed his posture, put one hand on the wall beside Wei Zixu's ear, and bent his whole body, covering Wei Zixu in his shadow.Luo He whispered in his ear, his voice was like countless tiny tentacles crawling across the ground, "You are so pitiful, you have to pretend to be powerful in front of ghosts."

Luo He said: "Let me make a guess: Liu Jing and Han Xiaona have already determined that you are a wolf, and they will definitely be able to convince others to return the vote to you in tomorrow's trial. The third wolf has already rebelled, and it will be opened tonight. Your door kills you, how could your troublesome weapon be able to resist him. Peng Minze? ​​He just used that kind of unworldly behavior to let you relax your vigilance. He is too suspicious, and let you find this suspicious , didn’t you plan it a long time ago? As for the director, of course you understand, how could he not notice your little tricks.”

As he kept talking, Wei Zixu's breathing became more and more rapid, his heartbeat was uncontrollable, and his sweater was drenched in cold sweat.

Appreciating Wei Zixu's reaction, Luo He smiled contemptuously and said, "Have you regretted it? From the moment you voluntarily joined DEATHSHOW, you should have thought about today."

Wei Zixu struggled suddenly, wanting to break free from Luo He's grip, he shouted tremblingly: "I will win, but you are already dead!"

"So what, I've never ended up as miserable as you." Luo He looked at him fearlessly.

"Wei Zixu, do you know what is the biggest difference between us? That is, I never need others to affirm myself."

Luo He is right.He moves towards the light, and there is only light in his world.He cared not for those dark suspicions, and even death surrendered to him.His truthfulness and magnanimity, fearlessness and arrogance, Wei Zixu has never had those qualities, and his strong light is next to Wei Zixu's darkness.

Luo He looked directly at Wei Zixu, the expression on his face was captured in those peach blossom eyes.

"Wei Zixu, you must be jealous of me."

A woman's singing came from the end of the corridor.

Weak singing, footsteps dragging on the ground, everyone in the mansion had returned to their rooms at this time, and the corridor was empty without a single person.

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

It was that Japanese song again, Wei Zixu clenched his trembling teeth.Luo He also noticed his changes.The usually stern man smiled gloatingly, bent down, narrowed his eyes, and caressed Wei Zixu's cheek with his right hand lovingly, the place where he passed was icy cold.

He said, "Look, it's not just me trying to drag you to hell."

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

Wei Zixu turned his head to the side opposite to the corridor, while Luo He squeezed his chin and forced it to come over.He bent one knee, put it between Wei Zixu's legs, and pinned him firmly under him.The bodies of the two fit together without any gaps, and Luo He's lips almost touched the bridge of Wei Zixu's nose.He could feel a burst of cold breath on his face.

The room is dimly lit, and the two are bound to each other, unable to separate.Even though it was such an intimate gesture, Wei Zixu's hairs stood on end, his head felt dizzy, and Luo He whispered in his ear, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Wei Zixu, don't make me wait too long. I have already left you in hell. Alright seat."

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

The singing sound kept approaching Wei Zixu's room, and he could even hear the sound of Crystal's arms across the wall.

"I have come to a place where even the light has become mute." Luo He's voice did not fluctuate, but was cold and dry, "there was the sound of rumbling waves, as if the sea was in a storm." He was reciting verses from "Divine Comedy".

When he was speaking, two lines of blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes, ran down his thin cheeks, and dripped onto the collar of his white shirt.

He said: "The scenery of hell, I really hope I can show you."

Bright red seeped into his neckline, countless sharp wires drilled out of his skin, and scattered blood flowers bloomed on his white shirt.Those wires kept extending, piercing Wei Zixu one by one.He sucked in a breath, the persistent pain made his limbs twitch uncontrollably.

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

The dense wires penetrated Luo He and Wei Zixu, and the light blue light flashed, turning them all into prey in the net.Wei Zixu raised his head and panted heavily, like a dying fish.On him, Luo He pressed Wei Zixu's shoulders with both hands, and the cold breath he exhaled brushed Wei Zixu's neck.How it looks like a hug between best friends.

He still said: "It suddenly dawned on me: it is those ghosts who are rampant who are suffering such painful torture here. Because they indulge their desires and lose their reason."

"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

He could feel that Lin Shanzhi had come to his door.She stopped, a ball rolled over, and a hoarse singing came from under the door.The sticky blood, which stained the dark blue carpet in his room, kept spreading towards him.Even the only exit was blocked by Lin Shanzhi, in front of him was Luo He's cold embrace.He has no escape, no way back.There are so many powerful people, but no one can save him.

He was suffocated in the deep sea that no one noticed, and he was powerless to call for help.

No one can save him, no one wants to save him.

"The wings of the purple-winged chrysanthemum bring them flocks into the cold wind and cold air. They can never have any hope, even if it is just to suffer less pain, instead of stopping to fly."

「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

Wei Zixu kept sinking, the last sliver of rationality in his heart struggled to support him.

It was Wei Zixu who entered DEATHSHOW voluntarily, he was the one who framed and provoked the opposing camp, he was the one who encouraged the vote, and he was the one who pretended to be ingratiating.He wears a mask of hypocrisy to deceive everyone, and he poses on the graves of the dead.But is he really as ruthless as Luo He said under the mask?Had the death and slaughter in front of him never brought him torment?If Luo He is absolutely good, then is Wei Zixu absolutely evil?

If we get rid of Wei Zixu, will the essence of DEATHSHOW change?

Was the previous DEATHSHOW more noble than this one?

Is the world outside of DEATHSHOW more noble than this?

"Near す ぎ た shadow... Far い shh..." The figure that is close at hand... But it is a long lie... Words...

Wei Zixu fell to the ground, and the empty room was silent.

He was unscathed, but nearly collapsed.

After dawn, he was a kind and healthy young man again, smart and strong, without flaws.He convinced himself that was just the way he was.

He turned a deaf ear to his own hoarse cries for help.

He needs to play the character named "Wolf" for ten days, but how long will he have to play the character named "Wei Zixu"?

Luo He's sneer echoed in his ears:

"Wei Zixu, don't make me wait too long. Come here quickly. Come to your place of eternal calamity."

The sixth day, the end.