Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

Nietzsche: One day your solitude will tire you out.Your arrogance cringes, your courage crumbles with a snap.Someday you'll cry, "I'm lonely."

He couldn't see where he was.

The surroundings are gray, and there is no end to looking in any direction, filled with strands of ash blocking the line of sight.There was no sense of reality under his feet, he lowered his head, and there was nothingness below, like a bottomless abyss, which steadily swallowed up his retreat, making him panic.

He waved his hands and feet, but felt too much resistance, and the surrounding medium was thicker than air.A string of air bubbles escaped from his nostrils. He noticed his floating hair. When he raised his head, the ends of the hair fluttered with the ripples. He couldn't feel his hands and feet. Maybe he was numb due to the freezing of the sea water.

Since it is in the sea, it must be able to surface upstream.He held his breath and tried to swim up.The surrounding scenery did not change, and he had no way of judging whether he was floating or not.There was no sound in his ears, and the absolute silence terrified him.Why on earth are you here?How long have you been here?He knew very well that he did not come here voluntarily, he must have been abandoned.Solitude may be a recluse's interest, but deserted solitude doesn't count.He struggled to swim.Who was he abandoned by?family?friend?Adults who tell him that's the best outcome?Or a stranger who was hostile to him?

He swam for a long time, but still couldn't see the exit.There is no exit anywhere.

He began to believe that there was no exit from this sea.He tried to open his mouth to call for help, but he just took a mouthful of salty sea water, and his voice could not be heard outside.But he knew that other people's lives were not like this. They walked in the sunshine, surrounded by a large group of companions, wearing ribbon fans for dancing around their waists, and one-yuan coins for making wishes in their pockets.They walked freely in all directions, with firm and calm eyes, as if their current happy life was indestructible, as if their reliance was strong and invincible.

Only he was abandoned by everyone, unable to even ask for help.He was tired from swimming, but he couldn't stop. He was afraid that he would sink to a deeper bottom.He wanted to cry, but sobbing sucked in sea water, which would have drowned him.He has no way to save himself.

He's going to die here, and no one cares.

After a long struggle, he seemed to be able to hear some noises.

"Zixu is awesome, other kids are not as good as you."

"Zixu, don't scare mom!"

The first time he had a conception of his peers was under the comparison of his mother.After having this initial impression, it is a sin to be inferior to others in any way.How dare he admit that he is not as smart or honest as other children, so he can only force himself to persevere secretly and pretend to be easy.Because mom likes that look, all parents like that.

"After Zixu, he must also become an outstanding monster."

The monster came on stage under the golden lights, and the audience was all crazy about it.The last thing he needed was sobriety, but he was really pure at that time. The pure score could not distinguish between reality and absurdity, and he was easily infected by the madness of the performer.He couldn't even figure out why they wanted him to be a monster instead of their son.

He felt the undulation of the sea became more violent, implying that the sea was not far away.

"It's hard for a normal person to pretend to be a lunatic, but there are quite a few lunatics who pretend to be a normal person."

He saw Wei Zixu standing in the execution room, telling him about his crimes like showing off.And he only felt disgust, he just wanted to escape.That lunatic, that monster, it must not be himself.

Suddenly, his body lightened and his head floated out of the sea.He took a deep breath excitedly, but the oxygen content in the air was too low, and he still felt suffocated.The sky and the coast are the same gray, perhaps another, thinner sea.The waves crashed against the rocks and made a loud noise, and he heard the voice of a baby girl:

"The Lord will protect me."

He climbed to the shore with difficulty.

When you step on the ground, the rough gravel feels like a sponge, sinking deep with every step.He looked at his feet, only to realize that he was wearing a pure white suit and brand new leather shoes, but his exposed skin was constantly blue and purple, swollen and soft white.When he saw his body, there was continuous pain coming from all over the body.The throat felt hot and dull, as if roasted by coals, and a disgusting sour smell came back from the esophagus.His hands and feet were cut, and the sharp pain made him unable to walk properly, and he limped while dragging his legs.There is also a foreign body sensation that cannot be ignored coming from between the legs, which is pulled every step of the way.

There were more voices flooding into his head, so he couldn't tell them apart.

The deserted beach stretched forward, and he could only keep walking.The beach was monochromatic, and he gradually noticed patterns.The pattern was made of black meteorites. He looked down and saw a few words.

"GOTO HELL!"

The cursing gradually became thicker until it covered the entire beach.

Amidst the noise, a chaotic piano sounded, like a bee stinging him.

He squinted his eyes and followed the sound.The piano seemed to be illuminated by a spotlight and shone brightly.A huge blue-purple spider was lying on the chair, its eight claws frantically playing.And at the back of the piano, Lin Shanzhi sat lightly on it, swinging her legs, with her hands on her thighs, holding her head.She looked into the distance expressionlessly, her lips were as red as blood.she sings:

"The figure that is close at hand is a long lie..."

He stepped back hastily to the other side, tripped over the table leg with his heel, and fell to the ground.On the other side of the desk, Luo He closed the book and looked down at him.He didn't wear glasses, and his eyelids were stretched high, highlighting the veins.Because his eye sockets don't have those lovely peach blossom eyes, but two paper-skinned walnuts.The walnut rolled like an eyeball, revealing its bloody edge.

"You're here at last," he said.

After Luo He finished speaking, thick black clouds enveloped the sky, and countless broken human figures drifted in the cold wind, like the wings of a purple-winged jay.

He was very scared and made a noise out of his mouth.He turned over and crawled on the ground, sharp as a gravel knife, leaving a long bloodstain where he crawled.

But no one can save him.No one is willing to save him.

He crawled, he wanted to crawl back to the beach that was only him.

The sound of the waves was still frightening, but those horrible sights were finally far away from him.

His mind was muddled, his eyes turned black, and the ground on which his limbs crawled squirmed, chasing after him like playing.The black clouds kept spreading and spreading, cutting off all the light sources in this world.He was desperate, looked around, and there was a person sitting with his back to him.

The man was wearing a clean white T-shirt, with a fit body, with his palms back on the ground, looking out at the sea in a relaxed manner.

There was a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he tried to call for help again.

He opened his mouth, but his voice couldn't make up a sentence like a broken bellows.He shouted at the top of his voice before he uttered sentences as small as gnats.

"Minze, save..."

Peng Min heard it, he turned around, saw that it was him, he smiled and stretched out his hand to him.

That hand looked very powerful, and it would definitely prevent him from being swallowed by the sea.

So he also stretched out his hand, trying to lengthen his body, just a little bit, just a little bit...

He crawled over on his knees, knowing this was his last hope.If he was abandoned this time too, all rationality would go away from him.

Two hands are gradually approaching against the dark background.

He crawled over tremblingly, just a little... Just when he was about to touch the fingertips of the hand, the hand suddenly grabbed his palm.The cold touch made his heart tighten, and then he became ecstatic.

He raised his head, and a white robe lay in front of him.

That is the philosopher who called himself the sun, but was finally defeated by loneliness and became insane. His sister Elizabeth dressed him in a white robe and dressed him up as a saint for people to admire, but he could no longer express any thoughts.

Nietzsche grabbed his hand, looked at him with astonishment, and said to him, "Don't cry, Elizabeth, aren't we happy?"

He finally went completely insane.

Late at night, a figure sneaked into the cemetery.

The white clothes were too conspicuous, so he changed into black ones on purpose.The tombstones are all lined up, and the photos on the tombstones look very bleak under the dim light of the mansion.He remembered the location, found the place with ease, bent down, and digged the soil neatly.

The coffin was not buried deep, nor was it deliberately crucified.With a lot of strength, he pushed it halfway away, revealing the face of the person inside.

Luo He was lying inside, his body sunk in the darkness, his face was pale, and his stern expression was no different from his previous life.The only thing that was special was his eyes, the eyeballs were gouged out, and two paper walnuts were stuffed in.Walnuts are a little bigger than eyeballs, the eyelids cannot close, and there are many veins raised on the surface.

After he saw it clearly, he built the cover and filled it with soil.

He remembered all the people who were buried in this cemetery now, and those who were buried in the past.

He wiped off the dirt on his sleeves, and before he left, he still couldn't help looking at Wei Zixu's room on the second floor.

He has to win.

Seventh day, end.

Ceilings, thick curtains, soft beds.

Wei Zixu sat up, the quilt slid down from his upper body, the touch felt realistic.He first saw the closed door directly opposite, and looked along one side of the wall. The bathroom, wardrobe, desk and bedside table were all simple furniture, which were similar to those in his room, but they were placed in different positions. Items were also foreign to him.After observing blankly for a long time, Wei Zixu felt his eyeballs a little sore, so he rubbed them with the back of his hand.Other than that, there was no discomfort in hands, feet, skin and internal organs.

After Wei Zixu rubbed his eyes, he spread his palms, his fingers were slender in the dark environment.A ray of sunlight seeped through the middle of the thick curtains, passed through his palm, and the bright part was slightly warm.Wei Zixu gradually understood.

He is not dead.

It was the ordinary eighth morning, in Luo He's room on the west side of the third floor, he was supposed to be poisoned to death by a witch, and he has survived till now.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." Wei Zixu lowered his head, arched his body, buried his face in the quilt, and let out a suppressed laugh as his shoulders kept shaking, "Haha, hahaha..." He finally stopped Forbearance, laughing uncontrollably, even forgot to take a breath, holding back until eyes darkened and still laughing, the laughter was hoarse and unpleasant, like a madman overjoyed.

An arm's length away on his left, there was a bottle of JACKDANIEL'S whiskey on the desk. It was a dark brown bottle with a raised neck and tightened at the end. After tearing off the black neck seal, there were two eyeballs stuck inside.

He remembered that when he killed Han Xiaona, she struggled and crawled towards the corner of the wall.Arterial bleeding, the greater the movement, the greater the amount of bleeding. She should hold down the proximal end of the heart and not move, but she didn't.If she is a witch who is saving herself, Wei Zixu believes that she is crawling towards the treatment equipment. Combined with his previous speculation that the volume of the witch's "cure" should not be small, the equipment is very likely to be disguised as a large piece of furniture.The antidote can be given to anyone, that is to say, everyone has it in their room. Wei Zixu guessed that the antidote also has similar conditions, and it is activated in units of rooms.

The safest room he could think of was the room of the dead.No one can enter the room of the dead, Han Xiaona may ignore these rooms.For the rooms inside the mansion, the first floor is for password recognition, the second floor is for facial recognition, and the third floor is for retinal recognition. Only the "key" on the third floor is the easiest to obtain.But what is the most legitimate reason for a person to stop in front of someone else's tombstone to touch the corpse?

Pray for the dead.

When Luo He asked Wei Zixu for the first time what he was doing with his eyes closed before dinner, Wei Zixu looked into his eyes, feeling prepared, and then told a series of lies about believing in Christianity, praying before meals and miracles.Afterwards, he pretended to be a pious believer and recited the eulogy for the deceased tirelessly, just so that after Luo He's death, he could calmly walk to his grave and gouged out his eyeballs.

Luo He's eyeballs were right in front of him, and he no longer felt any guilt, only supreme happiness.He finally completely defeated Luo He, and gave up his rational self, allowing him to gradually sink in the sea.

When Wei Zixu finally laughed enough and calmed down his breathing, he lay down with his head in his arms, his whole body relaxed, with the brightest smile on his face.

"Liujing, if you save my life, I will definitely give you a big gift."