Chapter 338 Ghost Catches People
Time goes back half an hour ago.
Fushimi Deer smashed all the chairs in the room, passed the Moss code to the participants on the other side, then climbed onto the wooden table, pulled the chandelier off, and the room fell into darkness.
He held two chair legs in his mouth, jumped up, and according to memory, stretched out his right hand, inserted one hand into the hole in the hanging chandelier, and hung his body in the air with one finger.
The radio is reporting the pairing results, and Fumimi Kaoru doesn't care. He has opened the lock of his head hood, and his life is not in danger for the time being.
At the beginning, he found out the identities of everyone through the entries above the participants' heads.
Among them, Miss Rabbit's evil habit is "fool faith". He guessed that this guy was a believer of Aum Shinri Sect, pretending to be Yuan Tamako's appearance, just to disgust him and finally make a life-and-death decision.
Fushimi Kaoru could even guess that Gentako might be in another room, and there was also a male believer playing him... It seems that the designer likes to make people weak!
He pulled up with one arm, bent his body slightly, and his right hand kept rubbing the ceiling, found the gap in the wall, pushed it up gently, and with a click, the trigger lock opened.
Fushimi Deer pushed open the iron plate and it was pitch black inside.
When he was prying the lock, he noticed that there were snaps on the chandelier, which was probably an emergency repair channel for repairing chandeliers and cameras. Radio technology has not been so developed these days, and surveillance is basically wired. If the distance is long, you have to line up and leave a repair channel.
Water pipes or circuits can be buried in cement, but the monitoring lines are different. The latter has a high failure rate and requires regular warranty.
But just in case, Fumimi Lu did not bounce his head rashly. He took off the wooden stick in his mouth, put it into the ceiling hole, and shook it around for several times, making sure there were no traps, so he carefully probed his head.
He often saw similar scenes in horror movies. When a supporting character of cannon fodder drills a pipe or goes up to the ceiling, he will hit the head and kill him. He either slashes his head or jammed his neck and can't move... Judging from his perception of this trial, this kind of thing is very likely to happen.
Fortunately, there was nothing unusual on the top. He looked around and the automatic sensing light was on. There was a stainless steel pipe inside, which was quite cramped and could only accommodate an adult crawling.
Fushimi Kami supported her hands on the edge of the passage and drilled in. He planned to take a risk.
At the same time, the broadcast ended, the wall door slowly opened, and the contestant in another room received his secret code and survived successfully.
He knew that the survivor was likely to be Gen Tamako, but he did not intend to recognize him.
Fushimi Lu thought it very clearly that only by treating Gen Tatsuko as dead can it be possible to rescue Gen Tatsuko. Otherwise, the other party would keep his weakness, and he would be controlled by others everywhere, and in the end he would have to end up dying for love.
Instead of trying to protect Yuan Yuzi, it is better to kill all the organizers.
That's his plan.
After Fumimi Deer drilled into the pipeline, the baffle clamp was automatically closed. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and stuck it with a wooden stick, leaving a gap, and then crawled deep into the pipeline.
Whenever he climbed for a distance, the automatic sensing light would light up. He looked back and the sensing light went out behind him and could not see the way he came. He looked up and looked forward, and it was still pitch black and he didn't know where he led.
Fushimi Lu estimated that in 1991, the mainstream Japanese camera surveillance lines were coaxial cables, with transmission distances generally ranging from 50-100 meters. Relying on amplifiers can be extended to about 200 meters, but the image quality is difficult to guarantee... In other words, he can find the exit at about 100 meters.
After determining the target, he pinched the wooden stick and explored the way, alternating his elbows in front of his chest, and crawled quickly in the pipe with his legs.
Ten minutes later, Fumimi Deer saw the fluorescent indicator light, and the green arrow pointed at the bottom of the pipe. He climbed closer, and with the light of the sensing light, he found the snap, pulled it gently, and the iron plate door downward opened.
He lay in the pipe and looked down. There was a relay station below. The cabinet was full of cables. The repeater flashed with red indicator lights. Several staff members stood beside the controller, operating in a hurry. The master in white robe stood behind them and kept urging:
"What's going on? Why is there suddenly no signal?"
"Everyone is waiting outside!"
"There is room 9, where did that participant go?"
The staff complained, they were not engineering students, they did not understand electronic products at all, and they only operated according to the maintenance manual. As a result, the machine did not respond at all, but they could not contact the designer at this time...
Seven designers collectively lost contact.
The master was still behind him, claiming that if he couldn't handle it, he would send them to the labor area to move bricks. They were both big heads and two big eyes, and one of the staff members took a deep breath, turned around with a stern heart, intending to explain the situation, but they saw a man hanging upside down behind the master, and were immediately surprised.
The other party's legs were hooked on the maintenance passage on the ceiling, and his hands were slowly reaching towards the master's head.
"What are you stupid?! Repair quickly! Find someone after repairing it! Participants from No. 9 are the dark horses tonight. Do you know how much money the church will lose if you delay one minute?!"
The master's saliva flew, his skin flushed, and the smooth and greasy fat on his face shaking. It was obvious that he was quite angry.
But the staff in front of him seemed as if he was stupid and dared to raise his hand to point at his nose. He was about to scold him, but someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
"Huh?"
The master turned around and faced with the Fushimi deer hanging upside down.
"I heard you are looking for me?" Fumimi Lu held the wooden stick with her back, and her other hand wrapped around the master's shoulder.
"Come on the way--"
The master's voice stopped abruptly. The staff stood behind him and could see a chair leg penetrated from his neck, blood splashing, pouring everyone's faces.
Fushimi Deer loosened her legs and flipped in the air for half a circle, landing steadily.
He pulled out the legs of the chair and asked the staff where the exit was. Everyone shook their heads repeatedly. They were also tied up. After training, they became lower-level workers and didn't know how to leave this ghost place.
Fushimi Deer simply changed her approach and asked the leader and the master where they lived.
"On the top floor, near the core area to the right of the sacred tree, the road sign says "The Navel of the World"..."
The staff who turned around first explained. He hesitated for a moment, and then reminded: "There are many believers on duty there, and there are garrisons standing guard. If you go there, you are looking for death."
The companion pulled him and whispered to remind him not to talk nonsense. The gods were watching them. Even if they ran to the ends of the earth, the omniscient gods could find them...
Seeing this, Fumimi Lu walked forward, shook off the blood stains on the legs of the chair, and asked, "What's your name?"
"Matsu, Shinta Matsusaka..."
"Do you want to leave here?"
The man looked young and looked in his early twenties. He looked back at his companion, and the other staff members shook their heads at him, signaling him not to be impulsive.
He swallowed and whispered, "Think."
"Let's go," Fushimi Kao grabbed him: "Lead the way."
Shinta Matsusaka staggered, his legs trembling with nervousness. He subconsciously said, "If I were caught, I would be dead..."
"Lead the way." Fujianlu was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.
"Go, where to go?"
"Didn't you say it just now? What kind of belly button in the world."
"It's the navel of the world... Didn't I say it just now? I'm looking for death if I go!"
"If you don't go, I'll stab you to death now." Fujianlu pressed his shoulder.
Upon hearing this, Shinta Matsusaka subconsciously glanced at the corpse on the ground. The master collapsed on his back, his face frozen with the horror before his death, which looked particularly terrifying.
I wouldn't respond if I had known...
Shinta Matsusaka was extremely regretful. He looked back at his companions, and the rest of the staff took a step back and cut with him at the speed of light. He was glad that he did not talk to him, and this was the end of not listening to advice.
Fumimi Deer had no time to accompany him to hurt the spring and fall, so she pressed his shoulder and pushed the door straight away.
Shinta Matsusaka took him through the corridor and met other staff members by chance. He smiled and nodded, for fear of angering the god of killing behind him. He was unhappy and pierced his back with his legs on his chair... He didn't know what this guy grew up with, but he actually had such great strength.
The backstage studio was in a mess, and all the staff were running around in a hurry, and no one paid attention to them at all.
Fujianlu realized something was wrong, and just now in the relay room, the master was yelling that there was no signal... Something seemed to be wrong within the Aum Shinri Sect.
He whispered to Shinta Matsusaka, and learned about the hierarchy of the "New World" from the other party, learned about the trial rules of the Temple of Seven Sins, learned that he and Gentako were betting targets for participating in the trial, and finally talked about the current accident...
"The monitoring signal of the Temple of Seven Sins was suddenly interrupted," Matsusaka Shinta accelerated and explained as he walked: "All emergency measures have failed. Now both first-level participants and twelfth-level participants are facing the same life danger in the trial field... In addition, some participants escaped from the trial field."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but secretly glance at Fushimi Ka.
The latter did not comment and said that he would continue to rush and nothing else mattered.
When passing the overlooking window, Fumimiya looked sideways and looked at the electronic screen on the square. The gambling stalls below were already in chaos. The participants in suits and ties were no longer as elegant as they were. They wore masks and tried to contact their private security guards with communication equipment. "Here."
Shinta Matsusaka opened the door with an employee card. At the end of the corridor was an elevator. He claimed that he could go directly to the top floor by taking the elevator. When he arrived at the visiting area, he turned right and was the navel of the world...
Before he finished speaking, Shinta Matsusaka found that the elevator did not respond. He stood in the elevator and pressed the top floor, but the elevator indicator light did not light up.
"However, it may be an emergency, the church blocked the top floor..."
He was relieved inexplicably, as long as he didn't have to go up and die, everything would be easy to say.
Fushimi Lu frowned, reached out and pressed the floor button, and the elevator indicator light immediately lit up: "Where are you playing tricks on me?"
"No, no...I really don't know what's going on..." Shinta Matsusaka shook his head into a rattle.
Hell, why are there so many strange things today? !
Seeing the elevator door slowly closed, he was lucky and begged in a low voice: "That... I don't have to go, right?"
"If you want to leave, you can leave," Fushimi Lu said indifferently: "But I would like to remind you that this may be the only chance you will leave."
Shinta Matsusaka showed a struggle and was hesitant. He suspected that the man beside him might have other trump cards and might really be able to take him out, but he was also afraid of the punishment of Aum Shinri Sect. If this guy is a reckless man, wouldn't he have to be buried with him?
While he was hesitating, fate flew away, the elevator door was closed, and time helped him make a choice.
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The floor swayed slightly, the elevator slowly rose, the floor numbers kept flashing, Shinta Matsusaka's palms were sweating, his legs were trembling with nervousness, and his master's punishment kept coming out of his mind: skinning, castration, electric shock, broken toes, and tongue cutting...
Suddenly, a familiar radio sound came from above my head, and Shinta Matsusaka was shocked.
"The trial rules are being drawn, please be careful not to be impatient..."
The elevator suddenly stopped and stopped moving in the floor. The numbers on the screen suddenly went out. He was stunned for a second, reached out and pressed the emergency bell button without any reaction.
"The draw is successful!"
"This game is trialed to..."
"Catch, get confused, hide."
"The rules are as follows: one participant plays a "ghost", and the remaining 158 participants play a "people", "ghost" accumulates enough points to win, and "people" survives within the specified time is the victory. ”
The radio paused for a moment. Under the surprise gaze of Shinta Matsusaka, the walls on both sides of the elevator suddenly turned outward, and a row of shelves were stretched out. The left side was hung with knives, hammers, swords, axes and other cold weapons, and the right side was a miniature submachine gun, grenades, shock-detonation bombs and other hot weapons. The background board was an electronic screen.
In the center, there was an exquisite hunting dog headband hanging, and the black and white fur was smooth and smooth. Fumimi Deer reached out to remove it and checked it. There was no electronic equipment inside, just an ordinary leather case.
"What...what is this to do?"
Shinta Matsusaka has a bad premonition: "The trial... isn't it going on in the trial area? How can there be a trial broadcast in the elevator..."
Before he could figure out what was going on, the radio rang again:
"The time limit is two hours, and the site area is not limited."
"The trial...begins."
...
The moment the electronic sound fell, the screen suddenly lit up, prompting "Identity extraction". After a burst of exaggerated sound effects of the slot machine, a line of black words appeared:
"Participant Fushimi deer is a 'ghost'"
"Please get enough points within two hours"
"The current points are: 0"
"If the points are insufficient, the elimination will be made"
"I wish you a happy game"
...
Fushimi Kaoru thought it was the trick of Aum Shinri Sect, and probably planned to play the set of "I thought I could escape from the trial field but was actually still in the trial field". This kind of ghost-hitting game design is very common in film and television dramas.
Shinta Matsusaka looked frightened and kept muttering, "It's over, I'm dead, what to do, I'm still a virgin"...
Fumimi Lu ignored it. He put on a hood, chose two swords, a folding submachine gun, two grenades and shock bombs, and no rifles, just light and simple travel.
Since Aum Shinri Church wants to play, he doesn't mind playing with them.
The elevator trembled and rose again, and the numbers on the screen lighted up.
Shinta Matsusaka's forehead was sweating, his hands were closed, his eyes closed, and the picture appeared in his mind: after the elevator opened, a group of soldiers waited for a long time, holding guns to sweep them into sieves - this was the most kind way of death he imagined.
"Namo-Sunning Master Vajra..."
"Only the other heretics turned into white bones..."
He knelt on the ground, muttering something in his mouth.
...
at the same time.
Inside the Temple of Seven Sins.
A burst of exclamations sounded, and the audio next to the small TV emitted an electric sound, and Malan Morimu raised his head with the other participants.
The originally extinguished TV screen lit up again, and the four giant screens standing in the center also appeared. The surveillance camera took the faces of the backbone of the sect from different angles. They lived in the core area called the Navel of the World. The interior decoration was luxurious. Everyone looked shocked and stopped what they were doing.
The broadcast announced the trial rules and announced to all participants in the Temple of Seven Sins:
"The time limit is two hours, and the site area is not limited."
"The trial...begins."
Celebrities and politicians from all walks of life stared at the TV in front of them, and the backbone of the church group who once received them also became participants in the trial.
On the screen, their ugly appearance was fully revealed - some were counting the stolen money they earned, some were torturing believers to vent their animal desires, and a group of people gathered in the big room... Asahara Akira was in the list. He shouted in the visiting hall and called a group of armed believers to summon the backbone and clean up the traitors!
Four or five seconds later, the surveillance camera turned and pointed at an elevator door at the same time.
Someone is taking the elevator upstairs.
Asahara Akira was sure that the person who could take the elevator was the "ghost". He asked seven believers to guard the elevator door with rifles in their hands, and fired when they saw someone, and killed them. At the same time, in order to avoid becoming a target for machine guns in the lobby, he quickly left the visiting area and went to the auditorium to summon his subordinates.
The members of the world's navel include one leader, 13 core senior executives, 12 main backbones, and 128 loyal believers, both men and women, responsible for serving, guarding and daily cleaning.
Asahara Akira walked into the auditorium and more than a dozen backbone members had already gathered. In addition, there were armed believers with real guns and ammunition. He immediately became confident and sat at the long table with a calm face, preparing to call the designer to hold accountable.
Before he could dial, he heard the radio ring again:
"The "ghost" begins to act. ”
...
Malan Morimu stared at the TV screen. In the black and white picture, the jingle of the elevator door inexplicably felt oppressive.
"What a pity," A Qi said beside her, "Someone took the lead and got the quota."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door slowly opened, and seven believers pulled the trigger at the same time and poured bullets into the elevator.
The crackling sound was like dense firecrackers, ringing non-stop.
After firing for one minute, smoke filled the gunpowder and everyone looked at it intently. There was no one in the elevator box and the walls were covered with bullet holes.
One of the believers walked forward and looked into the elevator.
The next second, a sword flashed and a head flew away.
A figure appeared on the screens of countless small TVs at the same time, which was so fast that the picture was distorted. The remaining six believers tried to fire. Before they could pull the trigger, six muffled sounds formed one after another, and the sword light flashed by again, and the heads fell one after another, like a rolling gourd.
On the screen, the man wearing a dog-headed mask had a long sword of blood. Six blood pillars behind him soared into the sky, and the headless corpse collapsed to the ground together.
Everyone breathed suffocated, and the temple of Seven Sins was silent.
(This chapter ends)