soulful game

He was pressed here together to wait for the selection of newcomers. There are short Asians, like Vietnamese, and tall foreign devils, like Russians. In short, people of all shapes and hair colors. have.There are about 30 people in this circle.At this moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and Hanzo looked at each other hostilely. After all, these people were competitors before they became colleagues.

There is a white chair next to the table, which is not luxurious, but it looks like it is for the distinguished guests.

"Welcome Mr. Zianini." A masked person shouted, who seemed to be the host of this special selection meeting.

Shen Qingshang applauded mechanically along with the crowd, and Jian Jue came out from the small dark door, wearing a mask that only covered the upper half of his face, but couldn't hide the calm and elegant smile on his mouth.

He slowly walked to the edge of the white chair and sat down, raised his legs and began to look at the circle of candidates until his eyes met Shen Qingshang, the expression on his face seemed to be a little stiff for a moment, but then returned to normal. As for Shen Qingshang, he was not sure whether he was surprised by his appearance.

Trey raised his hand: "Let's begin."

A man wearing a mask and wearing black came to the center of the circle and began to announce the selection rules: "Welcome everyone, and on behalf of Mr. Zianini, I would like to express my sincerest thanks to you. However, if any of you die later Here, I am not responsible for apologizing. Since you dare to come here, everyone should know what price you may pay."

There was a little commotion among the crowd, probably most of them came for the Zianini family's reputation and the generous rewards they could provide, but no matter how much money they had, they had to be willing to spend it.However, the crowd quickly quieted down again. Maybe this group of people are extremely confident in themselves, thinking that even if someone fails the test and has to pay the price of their lives, it will definitely not be themselves.

"I believe that everyone has already been mentally prepared. The selection of Mr. Zianini's personal guards will definitely not be easy. There is no final number of candidates for this selection, that is to say, as long as you have the ability to pass the three tests, you can all stay. "

Shen Qingshang could see the eagerness in everyone's eyes.

"If you want to protect Mr. Zianini personally, you must meet the following three conditions: courage, loyalty, and ability, which correspond to the content of the three tests. Only those who pass the previous test can know the content of the next test. Then Now let's enter the first level of assessment - courage. Please look at it," the masked man took a step aside, pointing to the two glass bottles on the table and said, "here are two bottles, one is good Bottle (goodbottle), one is bad bottle (badbottle), the rules of the game could not be simpler, you will be divided into two groups, two-two confrontation, pick up any one of the bottles, swallow the pills in it. One is not poisonous , one might send you straight to God—if you didn't go to hell."

As he spoke, he took the silver plate brought up by another subordinate, and lifted the lid. Everyone saw twenty or thirty pills inside, all of which looked exactly the same in size.

"The two people from each group will stand at the table, and Mr. Zianini will put a pill in each of the two bottles," he said, turning his head to pay homage to Moe, who also nodded slightly, Shen Qingshang Notice the white gloves on his hands.

The host continued: "When the bottle is put back on the table again, you can choose. Remember, once you have made a decision, do it first, then the other person can only take the remaining one and take the initiative. It's better than putting your fate in someone else's hands. The rules are clear. Good luck, everyone."

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This chapter is a tribute to one of my favorite British dramas "sherlock", s1E01, good bottle, bad bottle, that part is my favorite.However, our plot is completely different from that in the play, and none of the Sherlock Holmes in the play was selected. o(︶︿︶)o Alas, I found that I was really cheated by my obsessive-compulsive disorder title.Actually, I really wanted to title this chapter "Good Bottles, Bad Bottles", but let's... keep in line.Guess which one did Shen Qingshang swallow?

poison

If you want to follow the "seven deadly sins" in the "Bible Colossians", I am afraid that few of these people are qualified to meet God's family, and most of them will go to hell to accept burning and circumcision. Torture with a broken throat.But Shen Qingshang didn't care, he didn't believe in God, if there was a God in the world, when he was seven years old, he wanted to kill the God who was sitting on the top of his head and watching with his hands.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and most of them showed panic expressions. It is estimated that most of them have begun to regret coming to interview for such a job that requires money and life.But being trapped in an underground cave, I can't even tell the north, south, east, and west. It can be said that it is difficult to fly. It is too late to quit now.

No one wanted to move first, so the host casually pushed out two people from the people closest to him: "You, you! Go."

The two men stood at the edge of the table, their legs shaking.

She stretched out her white-gloved hand unhurriedly, moving her slender fingers over the plate, as if she was making a difficult decision.In fact, he was just teasing people, Shen Qingshang complained in his heart.

Finally, the slender fingers picked up two grains, boo, boo—put them into two small bottles and put them on the table.

The foreign devil looked terrified and looked at the small Asian man across the way, as if saying, "I really can't make a decision, you come first, I'm resigned to fate."

The one on the opposite side might be a Japanese, suddenly yelled something in Japanese that Shen Qingshang couldn't understand, such as "Baga Yalu", slammed the table, angrily picked up the bottle that was closer to him, raised his head and gurgled swallowed.

Everyone's hearts moved along with his throat.One second, two seconds, three seconds... Everyone's eyes widened to see his reaction.

"2 minutes is up, there is no poison, congratulations, you can go to prepare for the next level."

The Japanese laughed wildly and were taken out, and everyone's eyes shifted to the tall ghost.His legs were trembling and he couldn't stand anymore. He knelt down on the ground and shouted in half-baked English: "No, no! I won't eat, I won't eat!"

Looking at his hopeless appearance, she shook her head, waved her hand, and was dragged down.Soon there was a gunshot from next door.Everyone was shocked. ——It seems that even if you don't eat it, you won't be able to get out of this island alive.

So everyone seemed to be desperate, and the two standing clockwise beside the two just now walked over by themselves, waiting for Shie to put the pills into the bottle.

"Boom!" Everyone looked at one of the curly-haired brothers who looked like a Middle Eastern man, with his hands stuck around his neck, and he fell down stiffly.His body was quickly dragged away.The one who survived couldn't help laughing wildly.

Shen Qingshang watched these tragedies and comedies with cold eyes, which were staged in front of him in turn. He always had only one question in his mind: If I fell down later, would that person feel any pain?

Finally, after seven or eight people fell in a row, it was his turn to play.

Shen Qingshang calmly stood in front of Ji, he never glanced at the red-haired ghost in front of him from the beginning to the end, but stared at Ji under the mask without blinking.Moe didn't look at him, and still slowly stuffed two pills into the pills, making a gesture to put them on the table.

"Wait! I want to make a request." Shen Qingshang said.

Wen Yanju stopped the movement of his hands, looked up at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

"I want to ask, Mr. Zianini knows which one is the poisonous pill."

There was a smile on the corner of Ji's mouth: "Of course."

"Okay, then, I want you to help me choose a bottle." Shen Qingshang's eyes flashed with determination, "As long as it is the bottle you put in front of me, whether it is sugar or poison, I will eat it—— .” He said the last sentence in Chinese, which only Ji could understand.

Sweetness is like sweetness, Shen Qingshang thought, sometimes Chinese idioms are really mysterious, just four words contain too many unexplainable and unexplainable feelings.

Without speaking, he held up the two bottles, looked at them alternately for a while, and finally pushed one of them slowly in front of Shen Qingshang.

Shen Qingshang didn't even look at the bottle on the table, picked it up and swallowed it immediately, without hesitation, without caring, his eyes never left from the beginning to the end.

I just want you to see me clearly, even if this time is the last time.

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So, it’s good not to be entangled, Xiaoqing!

By the way, the background music of this chapter is marcevans "Crescent Moon"

humiliation

"Congratulations, you can go to prepare for the next level." Shen Qingshang was invited out.As soon as he left the room, he was blindfolded again.

Probably because we were afraid that we would escape if we were familiar with the terrain.Ha ha, I never thought of running away.

——Then, since I'm fine, does it mean that Shi still can't bear to take his own life?

Shen Qingshang felt somewhat joyful in his heart, but then he felt a little desolate - when did he become so submissive and worry about gains and losses?At the beginning, it was obviously that person who knelt down and begged him, and said to him, "If you want, I will lie under you and let you step on it", why did I become so cheap in just half a year, and I almost didn't even recognize myself? Own?

Shen Qingshang sat in the dark, thinking about it in despair.He felt that the cushion under his buttocks was very soft, as if... he was sitting on a