Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

Walking along the winding coastline, the teenager saw him for the first time.

He was wearing a shabby jumpsuit, and the bottoming shirt was blue and white striped, dirty, but he didn't care, happily picking conch on the beach.

He had no shoes on, and his bare ankles were pale, sickly white.The boy wanted to remind him kindly: the reefs in the shoal are very sharp, and you will be injured if you don't wear shoes.So he asked tentatively, "Sir?"

The man heard the voice and looked up at him.Only then did the boy realize that this man with a high nose and deep eyes looked like a foreigner on TV.The boy felt embarrassed, his English was so poor that he could only say with gestures: "shoes, shoes! Noshoes...dangerous!"

"Hee hee," the man was amused by him, and replied in fluent Chinese: "Thank you for your concern. Good boy, what's your name?"

This was the first time he spoke to a foreigner, and the young man was a little nervous: "My name is Peng Minze. Where is Mr.?"

The man knelt in front of him, his clothes were ragged, his face was haggard, and he seemed to be from a different world from the boy.But he smiled carefreely, his golden brown curly hair was illuminated by the sun, his eyes were curved into a line, and his slender eyelashes were like golden sand dunes behind a blue crescent.

He obviously looks like such a gentle man.

"My name is Umbrella."

It turned out that Wei Zixu took all this as a performance.

Why didn't he vote for Zhao Lun and kill Liujing on the eighth day of the trial, why didn't he kill Peng Minze on the tenth night, why did he always adopt devious and dangerous strategies?Even his ostensible reasons for entering DEATHSHOW are untenable.With his identity and such a plan, it is obviously not the most appropriate approach to enter DEATHSHOW instead of the target to obtain information.

It turns out that investigation and survival are not his goals, but the game itself.

It was only then that Peng Min realized that all his excuses for Wei Zixu were completely wrong.

They were less than ten meters apart, facing each other in the secret room.The temperature of each other's bodies and lips is still fresh in the memory. They have done all the intimate actions like husband and wife, sweet talk, and hugged each other to sleep.But those things are dispensable to Wei Zixu, if they are necessary, they will only add to his performance and become a play to entertain the audience.

They are so close to each other, and they have no intention of letting go of each other.Of the two seemingly close friends, one was cautious in order to save his life, choosing safe and low-key actions.One plays tricks for the sake of acting, using other people's lives and emotions to create a farce.One wants to protect, the other only wants to plunder.Wei Zixu talked endlessly at gunpoint, discussing the effect of the program with the director, his perfection made Peng Min despair to the end.Not to mention trying to get close to Wei Zixu, they are like people from two worlds.

"Mr. Umbrella, I really like your design ideas and hosting style. You have a strong personal touch, which can be seen from your early works."

In the silence, Wei Zixu talked eloquently, as if talking about a popular afternoon variety show.

"The concept of DEATHSHOW fascinates me. What drama is more exciting than real life?"

"I searched for clues from the DEATHSHOW video with my colleagues, but unfortunately they only thought it was cruel, and I was the only one who was intoxicated by it."

"I've worked hard to excel in order to be able to achieve this plan to replace the original goal with DEATHSHOW."

"DEATHSHOW is my ideal place. Since I took the initiative to participate, I don't plan to leave alive."

"It can be said that at the moment of 'the game started', my wish came true."

The curtain is lifted, and the actors on the stage immediately lose their true selves.Wei Zixu observes in the dark, changes the mode of getting along with everyone, focuses on his own role, endows the performance with thrills and excitement, and artificially pushes it to climaxes one by one.

Sometimes he regrets and suffers, sometimes he is ambiguous, and gradually even he himself can't tell which ones are accidentally revealed.

Actors who exchange performances for money disguise their appearances, and ordinary people who make a living from performances disguise their souls. After disguising for too long, Wei Zixu has no courage to return to his original state.It is so common for children to want to be praised by adults.But when the audience increased, the purpose of his disguise was no longer simple, like a hypocritical scarecrow, with only a mighty and extraordinary appearance.There is nothingness underneath this exterior, only a bottomless black hole.

Enter DEATHSHOW, full of absurd sense of entertainment to death.Getting used to this kind of absurdity, Wei Zixu turned back to being pure, just from an actor who didn't know it, to a pure actor.

"This issue is a werewolf game. The reasoning and deception parts are very eye-catching, but the most interesting thing is DEATHTHEATER, which is really a stroke of genius. I have always liked DEATHTHEATER."

Wei Zixu squeezed his chin, and started to pace up and down while thinking.

"Such a wonderful DEATHTHEATER should have a bigger ostentation. How about making it a separate auditorium? The performance inside should not just be the execution process. Now that the projection technology is so advanced, how about recreating the painful memories of the players with the help of images?"

"In addition, the setting that only wolves hold weapons lacks a lot of stimulation. Everyone should have weapons."

Wei Zixu complained: "The game takes too long, and the setting is single. The audience will get bored after watching it. I think it would be better to change the theme under a unified style, and add more popular elements."

"Of course, these are just my personal opinions. Different people have different opinions. My preferences are not necessarily more popular."

"But ah, playing your game now, I can't help but want to design DEATHSHOW myself, it is so charming."

Wei Zixu stopped and smiled politely at the camera.

"So I have a new wish - I want to be a director."

Only separated by a layer of high-voltage power grid, outside is the secular world, the human world, and the numb daily life of eating, drinking and having fun.And they were killing each other inside, but no one noticed.No one is innocent, all are dying, and all are sick.

However, this is the world Wei Zixu is accustomed to.

He felt safe for the first time seeing more people struggling with him.He is finally willing to admit that he does not sympathize with or loathe the ignorant and happy people outside.

He is jealous.

Entering DEATHSHOW, a world where morbidity is everyday, he never wanted to leave.

"How happy to be able to live in the world I created. The DEATHSHOW designed by me will be infinitely close to perfection."

As soon as he finished speaking, the director's weird laughter erupted in the courtroom.

【Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi-】

【Your idea is really interesting, I really want to see the DEATHSHOW you designed. 】

[But what to do, you are not the winner, you have no chance to realize your wish? 】

"This wish has nothing to do with being the final winner." Wei Zixu said calmly.

"You could have asked Peng Minze to shoot me immediately, but you waited until now, which shows that you like my proposal very much."

"It's true, my life is insignificant, but wonderful programs are invaluable - isn't that what the audience cares about the most?"

"I'm not from the standpoint of a winner, but from the standpoint of a DEATHSHOW lover." Wei Zixu smiled relaxedly, and said slowly, "Mr. Umbrella, you should understand me, right?"

【how do you want to do it? 】

"I want to compete fairly with you and vote for the one with the better design as the director, who will host DEATHSHOW from now on."

The director didn't even think about it, and blurted out:

【OK! 】

"Sir!" Peng Min couldn't believe it, and raised his voice: "You promised me!"

[I promised you, this will be a wonderful performance. 】

[You have to be obedient. 】

[Min Ze. 】

"No, you said you would make my wish come true!"

Promises are just rhetoric, and he always puts DEATHSHOW first.It was only then that Peng Min discovered that Umbrella and Wei Zixu were of the same type, a type of person that he could never understand in his life.

At the same time, Wei Zixu raised one eyebrow.It turns out that the "sir" Peng Minze referred to has always been the director.He is grateful for his husband's kindness in nurturing, but also hates the director for forcing him to participate in the game. As a result, he has complicated emotions towards him now, and he doesn't want to talk about it.What surprised Wei Zixu was that Umbrella was so enthusiastic about DEATHSHOW that he would allow an outsider to join his work and give him the "privilege" to tamper with the ending of the game, which was impossible for Umbrella 15 years ago. imagine.

From this, Wei Zixu felt that Umbrella had a deformed attachment to Peng Min.Peng Min thought that this kind of attachment was a father-son relationship, but it was actually far more lingering than a father-son relationship.It's just that looking at Peng Minze's depressed expression now, I probably can't understand it.Wei Zixu made a rough calculation, Peng Min is 27 years old this year, Umbrella escaped from prison 15 years ago, and Peng Min was just a child when they met.

Wei Zixu suddenly felt sick.

"Mr. Umbrella, I think you should be around here? My weapon is too small, and the control center of the coating robot is not inside. The electromagnetic interference caused by the high-voltage power grid is too strong, and the signal outside will be disturbed, so the control center must be in the grid."

"Since we are not far apart, the competition is also convenient. We each design a DEATHSHOW and start at the same time, which can be used as a gimmick for viewing." Wei Zixu smiled, "If I lose, you can do whatever you want."

[If you win? 】

"If I win, I want the position of director, and this." Wei Zixu pointed to Peng Minze.

The way he looked at Peng Minze was like looking at a docile pet dog, loving and contemptuous.

[Chi Chi Chi, let's start as soon as possible, I am looking forward to it. 】

A week later.

[The voting results are now announced. 】

The AI ​​assistant stood in front of the huge display and read mechanically.

Wei Zixu glanced at the man opposite him. Although he wasn't an idol, he was a criminal star who had followed him for many years.It wasn't until he completed a DEATHSHOW of his own design that he understood why Umbrella was obsessed with this way.

Wei Zixu was also young when Umbrella was arrested, and he could only see Umbrella from the interrogation video.Now that the deity is in front of him, it would be a lie to say that he is not curious at all.Caucasians tend to look old, but Umbrella is an exception.His complexion was pale, as if sick, but even and plump, with few fine lines on his face, not even forehead lines.He stayed in the underground control room all year round and was rarely exposed to the wind and sun, which proved that the sun is the culprit of skin aging.

[We can see that the votes of the two players were stalemate in the early stage of the game, but then there was a dramatic change, and the number of votes for newcomers skyrocketed...]

Wei Zixu was only focused on observing Umbrella and did not listen to the voting results.

Equally indifferent to the outcome is Umbrella.

He smiled and turned to Wei Zixu, his eyes were light blue, like the surface of the sea under the sun.This man is heinous, but at this moment, he is full of pure joy, like a simple child.

"Thank you for allowing me to see such a wonderful performance."

[Shareholder voting ends.Mr. Wei Zixu became the new director. 】

[Sorry, Mr. Umbrella, we don't need two directors. 】

"How did you come up with the DEATHTHEATER game of 'Eternal Life'? You can combine the traditional elements of your country with the death penalty. It's really beautiful. There's also the cheating game on the third day. It's frightening to watch. You— —”

When Umbrella talked about the excitement, she danced and gestured to Wei Zixu.Wei Zixu noticed his joyful expression, and also noticed the barrel of the Gatling gun aimed at him.

In fact, Zhao Lun was wrong. Gatling would not blow people into pieces of meat, but blow them to pieces.There was a sudden silence in the ears, and Wei Zixu's collar was splashed with hot blood. He blinked and turned his head.

There are hundreds of empty seats in front of you, and each seat corresponds to a shareholder who votes remotely.The remote control device emits dots of blue light, like an intricate net, trapping Wei Zixu in it.

When the light came on, Peng Min opened his eyes wearily.

"Are you waiting for me?" Wei Zixu hung his coat on the porch, walked to him, lay down on the sofa, and naturally pillowed on his lap.

Peng Min's eye circles were black and his muscles were stiff. In the seven days since the two of them lost contact, Peng Min had barely eaten.Sitting on the sofa facing the door, he waited anxiously for someone to push the door open.But when someone really came back, panic and embarrassment immediately caught him, making his life worse than death. .

"Why, I didn't expect it to be me who came back?"

Wei Zixu opened his eyes, smiled, took Peng Minze's right hand, and kissed the tiger's mouth.He still had Umbrella's blood on his collar.

Peng Min spoke, his voice was too hoarse due to severe dehydration: "He—"

"Minze, I forgive you this time."

The corners of Wei Zixu's mouth curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"From now on, you must listen to me."

The Adam's apple rolled, and Peng Min swallowed unconsciously.The liquid I swallowed was like lead liquid, and it burned and hurt.

Grandma, the magic is gone.

The sea-monster, who is so charming, didn't let me go until the end.

The author has something to say: the finale of the next chapter will open a new pit at the same time