Game of Death: Pretty Crazy

"Min Ze, do you want to go to a big city to study in high school?"

On a summer night 11 years ago, Peng Min was sitting on his knees on the beach, wearing an old but clean T-shirt.The teenage boy's height increased suddenly, and his body was thin due to too fast drawing, with long hands and long feet, and the T-shirt hung loosely on his body.The white man appeared behind him, blowing the sea breeze with him. After a long time, he suddenly asked this question.

"gentlemen?"

Peng Min raised his head, and when he saw him, he cried out happily.

"I want to go. But... my grandma is getting old, and I will live and study in a far away place, so no one will take care of her."

"No hurry, you still have a year to think about it."

After Umbrella finished speaking, he felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and turned his head to look.

Countless fireworks exploded one after another in the blue sky, bright and colorful, noisy and lively, like a bustling street in a festival.

It turned out that the town was setting off fireworks.There are no important holidays, and the fireworks and salutes are also mid-range items. For this not-so-rich fishing village, they can be regarded as a bit of extravagant entertainment.

Umbrella has been in China for several years, and he feels that the fireworks in China are also like the atmosphere in China, which is so lively that he is not used to it.

"It's so beautiful!" Peng Min exclaimed, causing Umbrella's eyes to turn to him.In this excitement, how much was given to him by the young man in front of him?He thinks that Peng Min's biggest advantage is being ordinary.Ordinary three views, ordinary emotions, ordinary indecision, and perhaps in the future will also be ordinary trapped by love.But this kind of ordinary is not common in the world he is used to.Peng Min is like a halo projected from the real world. When he is by his side, Umbrella seems to be able to float into the real world and live a normal life.Umbrella certainly enjoyed that life during the few years she wasn't found by shareholders.

"That's right." Umbrella squatted down beside the boy, "This is the most beautiful I've ever seen, beyond comparison."

Peng Min didn't believe it: "Sir, you have stayed in a more developed place before, so you must have seen something prettier than this, right?"

Umbrella looked at the boy, his cheeks were illuminated by colorful lights, and he said very seriously: "No, not anymore."

"In that case... why did you throw me into DEATHSHOW?" The boy's voice became low, and Peng Min turned his head, as if he had changed into an adult appearance, with his white T-shirt fully stretched out, revealing Full muscle lines.

"I need you to stop me."

What ordinary people can't understand is that his own crazy desires are often contrary to reason, like a runaway horse, following the pathological freedom.In comparison, the pressure from shareholders and audiences is minimal, although those external reasons are so strong that they can easily kill him.

"Minze, as long as you win DEATHSHOW, I will give up my directorship."

Umbrella said longingly: "We will go back to the place where you were born, you will be a fisherman, and I will continue to teach elementary school. From then on, there will be no DEATHSHOW."

"Really?" Peng Min's eyes lit up, completely ignoring external resistance, believing that as long as he wins, he can fulfill his promise.It seems that Umbrella is still the omnipotent gentleman who takes care of him when he is helpless and gives him a smooth life.

The memory of DEATHSHOW was a mess, but it was only ten days, but Peng Min felt that it was longer than the first half of his life.When he was overjoyed and ran back to the original point, expecting Umbrella to realize his wish, he found that he was unable to control the situation.

"Sir, I won!"

He grabbed Umbrella's arm, "Let's go, give up DEATHSHOW, and run away where no one will find us."

"Okay." Umbrella smiled softly, her eyes completed the shape of a crescent moon, but her feet didn't move a step, "Minze, go by yourself. I may...not be able to catch up with you."

"What?" A gunshot caused Peng Min's heart to stop suddenly, and he turned his head mechanically.Umbrella was gone, except for the half arm he was holding in his palm.A man stepped over from the pool of blood in front of him, leaving a trail of bloody footprints.Umbrella's blood was still stained on his collar, his beautiful eyebrows were close at hand, every time he smiled at Peng Min, he felt the pain of drowning.

Wei Zixu caressed his chest, and whispered softly in a doting tone:

"Min Ze, from now on, you must listen to me."

"Huh...huh..."

Peng Min woke up startled, wiped his face, covered in cold sweat.

The underground facility does not distinguish between day and night, and now the bedroom is dark with the lights off.Peng Min turned over, knocked on the table, and the voice-activated light came on, and he saw a human silhouette printed on the bed sheet under him by cold sweat.

The heartbeat fluctuated from time to time, while Peng Min felt dizzy before his eyes. He stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and went to the drawer in a daze to find sedatives.

Three years have passed since that DEATHSHOW.The content of the nightmare has never changed, as if it was yesterday.

After taking the medicine, Peng Min leaned his back against the closet and calmed down his breathing.The bedroom area is very large, and the double bed only occupies less than one-fifth of it. The bedding is all high-end, and the layers are layered to create a sense of luxury.The bed and furniture are all blue-gray, and the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and American-style work lamps are all made of metal. The simple dark gray makes people calm.The daily necessities are arranged neatly, the books on the bookshelves are arranged in a row according to height, and the closet behind him is also meticulous. After each piece of clothing is hung and ironed properly, it is covered with a dust cover one by one.

No more messy wires that Umbrella left on the spotless carpet.Peng Min's refrigerator, which was covered with post-it notes on calorie ratios, had long since been thrown away.Peng Min scanned the bedroom, and finally landed on the corner of the desk.A square background box was placed in the corner, and a blue-purple hairy spider hid in it, with a transparent spider web under its feet.

There was only the sound of his own heavy panting in his ears, and the atmosphere was oppressive, maybe he didn't wake up from the dream at all.But Wei Zixu is not here, at least it is not a nightmare.

Peng Min pushed open the door, and the corridor pointed to the depths, narrow and cramped.

He didn't specifically look for Wei Zixu, but he stepped out of the room involuntarily.Ironically, Wei Zixu chased him so hard in his nightmares that he had to rely on various sedatives to help him fall asleep, and every time he woke up, he had to go worryingly to see if Wei Zixu was okay.

In the three years since Wei Zixu became director, DEATHSHOW has undergone tremendous changes. The process is shorter and the rhythm is faster. DEATHTHEATER is more cruel. In addition to physical pain, it pays more attention to mental torture.Although there are complaints from Umbrella's fans, DEATHSHOW is not exquisite enough now, and it is not as elegant and leisurely as Umbrella's director.But because it caters more to the current impetuous and kitsch social atmosphere, DEATHSHOW became a smash hit, and the fan effect was unprecedented. More shareholders joined and invested huge financial and material resources, making DEATHSHOW devour countless lives like a black hole.

Wei Zixu is at the center of this huge spider web, leading everything to destruction.

Peng Min touched the outside of the control room, and the electromagnetic barrier immediately isolated him, and began to scan the whole body.Even if his facial data is recorded, once he is identified as carrying a weapon or having a hormone disorder, he will still be shocked until he loses his mobility.

There was no abnormality, the control room was opened, and Peng Min saw Wei Zixu propping his hands on the table from a distance, facing the holographic projection sandbox, leaving him with an indifferent back.

"Wei Zixu, you..." Peng Min heard himself asking, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Hearing the sound, Wei Zixu turned around and smiled like a flower: "No. I'm waiting for you to eat together."

Wei Zixu came over, took his hand affectionately, crossed his fingers, and walked to the sandbox with him, "It happens to be the last day of the game, this DEATHTHEATER is very interesting, come and watch it with me."

A man and a woman are projected in the sandbox. The man is bound by chains in the center of the stage, while the woman is wailing loudly off the stage.

Wei Zixu held his hand and pressed a button: "Minze, press it to activate the DEATHTHEATER."

Peng Min instinctively rejected it and wanted to withdraw his hand.

"Time is running out, there can only be one winner." Wei Zixu whispered in his ear, "If you continue to hesitate, neither of them will survive."

Wei Zixu was right, once the cleaning system was activated, the oxygen supply would be suspended, and no one would survive.Peng Min took a deep breath, turned his face away, and pressed the button with Wei Zixu.The execution started, but before the blood was seen, the woman screamed, raised a pistol at hand, shot the man's chest with a shuttle bullet, then swallowed the muzzle of the gun, and shot, the back of his head bloomed like a double rose open.

"Eh? We're going to die together?" Wei Zixu was dumbfounded, then smiled knowingly, and patted his head, "Oh, I'm getting old and my memory is bad, and I forgot that they are brothers and sisters."

The DEATHSHOW ended, Wei Zixu stuck to Peng Minze's back, and his hands began to be dishonest again, reaching into his pajama pants.He kissed Peng Minze's earlobe to the back of his neck, and said in a sweet voice: "However, she is brave and I admire her a lot. If you can't make each other perfect, it's better to destroy together to avoid endless torture in the future. What do you say?" Right, Minze?"

Peng Min was speechless.

[This is the list of the next batch of players. 】

The AI ​​assistant sent in a stack of documents, Wei Zixu reached out to take it, and rubbed Peng Minze's dick in his pajama pants with the other hand, browsing casually.

Seeing the last picture, Wei Zixu's expression changed, and his whole body froze.

Peng Min had never seen that expression before.

For a moment, Wei Zixu frowned, pulled out the information, and asked the AI ​​assistant eagerly: "Why is this person here, and why?"

【Accident. 】

The AI ​​assistant's answer is simple.

Wei Zixu narrowed his eyes, and questioned without a trace: "How did you do it? Since it was an accident, why don't you throw people out quickly?"

The AI ​​assistant is unimpressed.

【cannot.There are only two ways to leave DEATHSHOW, one is to win and the other is to die. 】

"I really convinced you." Wei Zixu threw the list back into the sandbox, "There is nothing special about this person, and he is not outstanding in any way. How can I design an interesting DEATHTHEATER? My requirements for the works are very strict. , A wonderful plot is inseparable from the selfless dedication of every player, this mouse shit will ruin my good pot of porridge."

After Wei Zixu finished speaking, he folded his arms and began to meditate.However, Peng Min disagreed with the reasons he said. Wei Zixu has various methods of torturing players, and he can innovate every time. Will he stop because the player's crime is not outstanding enough?

Wei Zixu stared at the ground, and it only took a little over two seconds to make this decision.

He randomly drew one from the remaining list, and said to the AI ​​assistant, "Deal with this player, and then put my information in it."

"What are you talking about!" Peng Min couldn't believe it, and grabbed Wei Zixu's arm, "You can't participate in DEATHSHOW, you will die in it!"

"How could it be?" Wei Zixu said lightly, and placed his other hand on the back of Peng Minze's, comforting him: "I am the director, and no one is more familiar with DEATHSHOW than I am. If someone dies, someone else will die. Besides, watching for a long time DEATHSHOW also made me feel a little aesthetically fatigued, and I was about to run out of inspiration, so I played it again and stimulated, maybe I would come up with more good ideas.”

"Of course, to be fair, I won't cheat." Wei Zixu turned to the AI ​​assistant and explained to shareholders through online transmission: "Although the game is designed by me, you also know that once the game starts, we will Nor can it influence the direction of the game. I participated in this DEATHSHOW only as an ordinary player."

"Oh, that's right." Wei Zixu took Peng Minze's hand, "When I join the game, Minze, you can look at the sandbox instead of me. All the scenes in the game will be projected there. Recordings and commands in the game I will set it up in advance, you only need to press the start button a few times, it is very simple, right?"

Peng Min still disagreed, his eyes were flustered, and he held onto Wei Zixu without letting go: "No, it's too dangerous!"

"Minze, don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Wei Zixu raised his head, and lightly touched Peng Minze's cheek with the tip of his nose.

While talking, Wei Zixu kissed his lips, entangled with his lips and tongue, so tender that he wanted to cry.

Maybe it was tears that really overflowed from the eyes, and the eyes were shaking.Passing over Wei Zixu, Peng Min looked at the list that Wei Zixu took out alone.A color photo was printed in the upper right corner of the list. The man in the photo was wearing a white coat, a black shirt as a base layer, and a ballpoint pen pinned to his breast pocket.The background seemed to be in front of a hospital ward. He was holding a thick medical record in his hand, and he was smiling at the camera. There were two deep pear dimples at the corners of his mouth, like two black rice grains, and his smile was so sweet that it was silly.

The text on the left reads:

name-year

Occupation - Counselor

experience-......

Peng Min wanted to watch again, but Wei Zixu pushed him to the ground, sat on his waist, and slowly took off his pajama pants.The light shone from behind Wei Zixu, his silhouette was bright and his expression was indistinct.

"Minze, I love you. How can I be willing to leave you alone."

Peng Min was covered by Wei Zixu's shadow.He laughed, and something slipped out of the corner of his eye.

You are lying to me again.

The author has something to say: the prequel ends and the feature film begins.

The long-overdue genuine attack is not over yet, or the cost is the biggest foolishness? DEATHSHOW is expected to transform into a sweet pet article on urban doctor-patient disputes?All the highlights are in the new article - "Game of Death Show: The Devil of Reason"

Wei Zixu: I have a boyfriend who is taller and stronger than you.

The end of the year: Is it not as handsome as me, not as talented as me?

Wei Zixu pulled his face down: What exactly do you want to do?

At the end of the year, he smiled honestly: If you don't do anything, I just want to treat you.

Knowing what it's like to be an opponent with Wei Zixu, how cool would it be to be a teammate with him?

Wei Zixu grabbed Nianwei's shirt collar: If you hold me back, believe it or not, I'll kill you tonight?

At the end of the year, he shrank his neck, and said aggrievedly: "Then don't wake me up, I'm afraid of pain."

The main CP of this work is not yet old X Wei Zixu, it can be eaten from the following five directions:

Devil x lunatic, doctor x patient, actor x director, pig teammate x god teammate, silly white sweet x black deep disabled

There are still many hidden CPs to be discovered