Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

Wei Zixu came out of Liujing's room and gently closed the door for him.

Fortunately, he was close to Liu Jing's room, and his current state of embarrassment would not be noticed by others.He returned to the room in the half-light, and the whole mansion was silent.Peng Min once worried that only he and Liujing lived in the corridor on the west side, so if something happened to him, he would call Peng Minze to come over.In fact, his worry was just the opposite. It wasn't Wei Zixu who needed help, but Liu Jing who needed help.

He entered the room, locked the door, and the first thing he did was take off his pants, folded them in three, and stuffed them into the trash can.

Wei Zixu's injury wasn't serious, but it wasn't serious either.Before he left, he carefully tidied up Liujing's room, arranged the furniture, swept the carpet, took off the corpse's leather boots and put them in the shoe cabinet, and finally gently covered the corpse with a quilt.After he finished all this, his jacket was already soaked in blood, so he could only keep lifting the hem, using the clean part to absorb the oozing blood, so as to prevent the blood from dripping to the ground.

He went into the bathroom, his top soaked with blood and sticking to him wet and sticky.He had wounds on both hands and gritted his teeth to peel the clothes off the top of his head.In the mirror, Wei Zixu's upper body was blood red, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, it was quite frightening.

Facing the mirror, he cut open the bandage with scissors and took it apart round by round.The innermost layer was scabbed with blood, which was torn violently by Liujing just now. Wei Zixu took off the bandage, and the newborn flesh was torn off together.Even with a new bandage on, it was difficult to stop the blood flow. Wei Zixu wrapped himself up and unwrapped himself non-stop, repeating the cycle.The changed shirt and dirty bandages were piled up on the plastic film, and Wei Zixu planned to wait until midnight before going out to dispose of them.

He lost so much blood that he gradually felt dizzy, so he sat on the toilet seat to rest.The incandescent light in the bathroom was dry and dazzling, and every time he struggled to open his eyes, there were always patches of black spots on the edge of his vision.The bright red bandages were piled up in the corner, and the palms of his hands were high. Wei Zixu couldn't help thinking, it might be easier to put a washbasin in front of him to catch the blood.

My right hand was severely burned, and now I can no longer feel the coolness of the scald medicine, and the surface of the skin is aching.He had already discovered that the classification of the medicine for burns was similar to that for burns, and when he saw the burn marks on Peng Minze's body, he kept talking about looking for medicine for him.But Peng Min insisted on not using it, so Wei Zixu had no chance to cast the bait in front of Liu Jing.So he roasted Scone in the oven, then burned himself, and finally had a good reason to say this in front of Rui.Under the depressing environment of DEATHSHOW, Wei Zixu believed that Liu Jing would not let go of his fun, and the result was as he expected.

Compared with the injury suffered by the left hand, scalding the right hand is indeed a wise choice.

Wei Zixu turned his left hand over, tore off the piece of white Rubik's cube from the palm of his hand, and threw it into the pile of bandages.

His weapons are counterintuitive and hard to think of at first glance, so only the first day is the easiest to get.When everyone was on guard, this special prop appeared suspicious.It can control the method of death and the time of death, which is extremely confusing.But at the same time, the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, it must be in direct contact with the skin.

Lin Shanzhi touched Zhu Yu's skin with a silk glove, which played the role of indirect transmission, so it is not entirely wrong to say that she killed Zhu Yu.

It's a pity that after being smashed by Luo He, the fragments lost the remote control function. Wei Zixu had to risk contact with Liujing. The key is to directly touch his skin without conflicting with Liujing.So Wei Zixu tried his best to cooperate with Liujing's sexual addiction, and waited for the opportunity to strike, although the place he encountered in the end was somewhat different from what he imagined.

With his palm up, he bent his fingers and clenched his fist lightly. There was severe pain in every joint.Liujing was extremely cruel, he didn't know how Han Xiaona could endure him for so long.Wei Zixu didn't know their alphabet circle, but he knew friends in the circle. He heard that master and slave are more like a cooperative relationship, each takes what he needs, and will not interfere with their lives. Of course, there is no emotional intersection.He saw the wounds on Han Xiaona's body, which were obviously the marks left by the bondage of Play, and she kept her mouth shut, not like a normal couple relationship.

It's just that although Wei Zixu doesn't understand it, he also knows that the props that are waiting for him are all specially treated. They are bluffing on the surface, but in fact they won't leave such serious scars.Han Xiaona endured him, not because of the mentality of the M character.

Wei Zixu knew from the beginning that Lu Yu was a wolf.He framed Wei Zixu on the second night, making him suspect that Lu Yu might be a hidden wolf, and only by killing everyone except himself can he win.That's why he gave up on Lu Yu and went to Xiao Hanqing to cooperate.But on the fifth night, Lu Yu covered Liu Jing and faked the fighting scene.Liu Jing, who has jumped out of the identity of a prophet, is on the same side as the wolf. Han Xiaona trusts Liu Jing to stay in the same room with him, and her body is covered with new injuries.The three of them belonged to the same camp, Han Xiaona was a witch, and Narui could only be Cupid.

Judging from their poisoning of Lu Yu, Cupid's "couple" rules are somewhat different from board games.In the board game Werewolf, "couples" live and die together.Wei Zixu couldn't imagine what kind of blind emotion it was that made Han Xiaona believe in Liujing's words so much that she poisoned Lu Yu directly without regard for her own life.

The left hand was seriously injured, the joints were dislocated, and there might be several comminuted fractures.Fracture of the phalanx is one of the most difficult fractures to deal with. Without a professional doctor to fix him with a plaster cast, it is difficult to recover.Wei Zixu now has a broken left hand, a scalded right hand, and non-stop bleeding on his chest. Other flesh wounds and the cigarette butt burn on his waist are exerting force at the same time.The pain kept him awake, but his heart was indifferent.

With his skill, he didn't need to suffer so many injuries.

Wei Zixu is used to sacrificing his body to achieve his goals. As long as he can make do with it, he will rush to the next goal.He never thought about the future for a long time, he used a series of purposes to guide himself, pretending to find his way, never lost.People with serious psychological problems often have self-destructive tendencies.Wei Zixu didn't take the initiative to harm himself, he just didn't care.

But at least one pain he can find a way to solve.

Wei Zixu sat on the toilet seat for a long time, and the bleeding gradually stopped.He changed his position, resting his elbows on his thighs, tilting his upper body, looking down at the ground.The temperature in the room was constant, so he was not afraid of catching cold. He was covered in injuries, and he was not in the mood to take a shower and change into clean clothes. He only wore a pair of boxer briefs.

And the tent between the legs is up until now.

It is indeed a banned drug.Wei Zixu has tried the drug method, but the effect of "Devil's Kiss" is a bit too strong, and he doesn't know where the director got it.He opened his trousers, and his brother popped out energetically, without showing signs of fatigue.Maybe it's not just the effect of medicine, Wei Zixu thought about it for a while, since he investigated DEATHSHOW, he has been overworked, and this aspect has indeed been backlogged for a long time.

He took off his underwear, held it with his right hand wrapped in a rice dumpling, and mechanically rubbed it up and down, trying to see if he could extinguish the fire by himself.

The gauze rubbing against the surface of the cylinder has a peculiar touch, and there is a slight soft pleasure. Wei Zixu speeds up his movements, as rigid and numb as if performing a task.After 10 minutes, he was so tired that he stopped to catch his breath.

He hasn't done it himself for many years, and it's not that he lacks company, he has long forgotten what the key is.Wei Zixu scratched his hair angrily.

Or, try thinking about Peng Minze to do it?

Wei Zixu rekindled his fighting spirit, sat upright, and held him up.Peng Min has a thick neck, a neckline supported by trapezius muscles, a deep chest seam between thick chest muscles, vest lines, mermaid muscles, muscular thighs and insteps with protruding veins. Although he has no chance to take off his The underpants proved the real body, but Wei Zixu was very satisfied with the length of the hard object.Wei Zixu's breathing was disordered, and he exerted force on his hands, feeling that his skin was rubbing so hard that it was about to catch fire, but there was still no sign of venting.

On the contrary, the wound under the gauze leaked a lot of tissue fluid.

Wei Zixu stopped his movements with a wry smile, since when did he become so miserable, he had to rape a man he had never met so far.

Wei Zixu's obsessive object, Peng Min, was not as nervous and exciting as he was this evening.

His room is much larger than Wei Zixu's, and half of it is used to pile up fitness equipment. Apart from personal hobbies, another purpose is to cover up the projection area.

There is a blank area of ​​three square meters on the inside of the treadmill, and eight projector positions are arranged in cross and diagonal lines on the ceiling.He has already verified all the identities of those who are still alive, and there is no need to activate the prophet system in the future.The video can be replayed indefinitely, but Peng Min didn't have the courage to replay his identity in the end.There were still traces of Wei Zixu's entanglement on his upper body, and he did not wash them off obsessively.

If Wei Zixu can't be dealt with in the trial, he will definitely be noticed and killed that night.It is easy for a wolf to kill, but it is not so easy to win to the end.At the end of the game, there are very few people left, and the difference of one vote can determine the life or death of a person.What Wei Zixu needed was someone who was firmly on his side, and the only way to live under Wei Zixu was to convince him that Peng Min was exactly that kind of person.

Peng Min is not as good at disguising as Wei Zixu. If he can deceive himself, he can find a reason for not voting against Wei Zixu in today's trial.He can say blindly and optimistically that if he votes for Wei Zixu, it will be revealed that he is a prophet, and the third-party camp will definitely vote for him tomorrow, so he abstains and will never change his identity.But when he rested his fingers on Wei Zixu's head, the sense of sadness that had nowhere to escape made him breathless.You just need to secretly vote for him, Wei Zixu is not so powerful.Wei Zixu is alive, he will only kill more people, Peng Min is sure that he is doing the right thing, but his fingers seem to be out of the control of the brain, and he can't move at all, how could he bear to see Wei Zixu die in such pain .

Peng Min turned off the lights, he can sleep peacefully until the last night, Wei Zixu still needs to vote to kill others with him.

But what about the last night?

Peng Min touched the muscles on the side of his waist, the hickey mark left by Wei Zixu.

What he said about liking is indistinguishable from truth to falsehood, but his stance on this matter is quite obvious.That's all Wei Zixu wanted, right? If his wishes were fulfilled, wouldn't he be able to see more of his true face?If Peng Min does well, is there a slight chance of getting his favor?

Peng Min didn't know.

Wei Zixu made him addicted easily, and Wei Zixu knew it well.But when it comes to winning Wei Zixu's favor, Peng Min has no confidence at all.

Swish, Swish.

The woods outside the window swayed in the night wind, feeling contented.The regular and monotonous sound made Peng Min give up thinking about these troublesome things.He looked out the window, the moon was hanging in the northerly corner, and the trees were neither humble nor overbearing, standing upright.Such a quiet night and woods are a bit like the scene behind the cemetery in the village.

He spent the whole night keeping vigil for grandma in that cemetery, so he was very impressed.

But he didn't remember whether he cried or not. He only remembered one thing he thought about that night. Grandma was not a siren, and the siren would not die of liver cirrhosis before the age of 60.She lied to him, she took the deception as magic, and coaxed him to sleep with magical songs for countless nights.

When the sky was slightly bright, it began to rain lightly, and the rain seemed to be getting heavier. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead in strands.

"Let's go back."

Peng Min raised his head, half of the cloudy sky was blocked by the big black umbrella.The man standing behind him was wearing the same black felt jacket he was wearing when he sat on the grass and told stories to the children.He is not related to grandma, but he solemnly pinned a white flower on his left chest.This is not the custom of funerals in the village. The custom in the village is to wear white mourning clothes, so this should only be the custom of his hometown.

"Sir, why are you here?" Peng Min hurriedly stood up.

The husband nodded and raised the umbrella. Peng Min was 16 years old at the time and was already taller than him. "You're a child. It's not safe to be outside alone at night. I didn't leave. I'll pick you up and go back together."

It turned out that the husband had been standing not far away waiting for him.But Peng Min didn't know where to go back, his only relative was lying on the ground now.

The husband saw through his worries. He has always been good at observing others, so he suggested at the right time: "You are going to high school this summer, do you want to study in a big city?"

"Huh?" The boy looked at him with a blank expression.

"I've got a job," said Mr. "I'd like you to come with me if you can."

"Work?" Peng Min was puzzled, "Sir, isn't he teaching elementary school now? I thought you liked staying here."

"I really like it, but I like that job even more." The gentleman said, smiling slightly.His golden-brown curly hair was trimmed to the ears, his eyes were as blue as the sea in the sun, and when he smiled, he squinted in an arc, and his eyelashes were bent into golden sand dunes behind the blue crescent.

He obviously looks like such a gentle man.

"Ah, this is a bit sudden...I have never been to that city, and all my friends are here..." Peng Min hesitated.

After listening to him quietly, the husband comforted him and said, "You will get used to it."

"But..." He still wanted to refute.

"If I leave, no one will take care of you." Mr. held an umbrella for him and slowly led him away from the cemetery. "I've waited until now to take you with me."

"You have to be obedient."

"Minze."

Eighth day, end.

The author has something to say

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Let me tell you now, you Peng is the cannon fodder, and the guy in the white coat and black shirt is the real attacker, and he hasn't reached his home court yet.I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it in the end, so I'll let you know in advance.