Chapter 134 Grand Performance (5) "Oedipus the King"


Chapter 134 Grand Performance (5) "Oedipus the King"

Zis is undoubtedly preparing for the voting session.

This is completely outside the scope of Charlie's quiz game, but it provides new ideas for players -

The one who wants to vote does not have to be the deadliest, it can also be the player What we least want to face...

Hansen clenched his fists and wanted to stand up from his seat, but was held down by a force.

He had to sit upright in the chair, stare at Qiss and shout loudly: "If the person who poses the most threat deserves to die, then you are the one who deserves to be eliminated! You are a perverted murderer who talks so much truth, no matter how you look at it, You are the most dangerous!"

He looked at the other players and argued very quickly: "I can promise that I will not use force against you. I also want to live, and I also know that I am not good at using my brain. There is no need to conflict with you just for a quick moment!"

"Let's vote for Zhou Ke. He is obviously very good at playing this kind of language game. If the guaranteed death number mechanism is to be triggered, he must be the one who survives to the end. ! If he lives, none of you will survive!"

Qisi said lightly: "I have no grudges with anyone except you, and just because I am good at language games, maybe I can be with others. Let’s work together to crack the worldview and let more people live.”

He paused for a moment and changed the topic: “And it’s obvious that you hate Ms. Cynthia because she has repeatedly testified against you. If you have the chance, you can. Put aside your personal grudges and not attack her?”

Cynthia looked calm and noncommittal.

Although Zis also questioned her speech, the young man later took the initiative to point out that "everyone is a murderer", which explained well that the previous doubts were not deliberately aimed at her, but just wanted to collect information. More clues.

But Hanson is different. Not only is he full of swear words, but his disgust for politicians like her is revealed in every word...

Hanson can't say anything to refute, because that's exactly what he said. It's a fact, no matter how much you quibble, no one will believe it.

He could only look at Charlie: "You can't use force to harm people in this theater, right? I just wanted to stand up and beat someone, but I couldn't move. No matter how strong my force is, what does it matter? This is a puzzle game , with my IQ there is no advantage!”

He does not hesitate to debase himself in order to escape the spotlight.

Charlie said with great enthusiasm: "In this round of the game, you really can't attack other characters. But I have prepared many interesting games for you. I can reveal that there will be exciting big games in the future. The battle royale session is absolutely full of conflict and drama! ”

Battle royale, as the name suggests, must compete in physical strength and force. Except for Hansen, the strengths of everyone present were obviously not here.

Players may not be good at keeping themselves alive in competition, but they are very willing to be the first to kill the person who is most likely to seize the survival spot. Hansen basically didn't survive.

Chis chuckled and fanned the flames: "Look, as long as we pass this round of the game, Hansen's force value can completely knock us all down and pass the level using the guaranteed death toll mechanism."


This newly added weight is not heavy, but it is enough to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Hansen's palms were sweating, he was extremely nervous, and his brain was running at an unprecedented speed.

He looked at Dong Xiwen and shouted eagerly: "Boy, join me in voting for that old woman! She is from the Federation, and those officials are all the same thing! It can be seen that you hate those in power, I have quite a lot of power in reality, and I can help you get revenge after the dungeon is released!”

If you can convince one person, as long as the players can choose to collect votes for another person, he will be saved.

Dong Xiwen was suddenly called upon and hesitated.

It is true that he hates the federal government, and even joined an anti-government cult in reality, but that hatred is abstract most of the time, and is only specific to the few people who killed his brother.

Facing a kind old man like Cynthia, he really couldn't find any reason to hate her. And Hansen is indeed a scumbag who killed his father and his mother.

No, not only Hansen, that "Zhou Ke" is also a perverted scumbag. He was able to commit such a cruel murder at a young age, and now he seems to enjoy killing...

Cynthia cannot be said to be innocent. He had heard about the incident forty-six years ago on the dark web. Not all of the deceased were terrorists who deserved their punishment, but most of them were civilians and students...

Watch on Dong Xiwen Come on, except for him and He Hui, the remaining three people can be called "human-like apes". How could he be able to sit at the same table with these people?

"I'll vote for Hanson," Cynthia said.

Now that Hansen has clearly expressed his ill will towards her, she can no longer pretend to be a good person.

At this moment, she looked at Hehui and said: "Even if I don't consider the development of this dungeon in the next few days, I will vote for Hansen. He is the only one among the five of us who has no grudges. The murderer was his own parents. His crime was the most serious and he deserved to die."

Hansen said angrily: "Old woman, I didn't kill more people than you did with one decision!"

During the stalemate, Charlie urged loudly: "Gentlemen and ladies, I believe you have almost communicated. Now write down your choices on paper! I have designed many interesting ways to die. Just waiting for the results of your vote!”

He was extremely excited and obviously couldn't wait to execute the players.

The players did not dare to neglect and picked up their pens one after another.

Cynthia was relatively calm, but her slightly trembling right hand betrayed her restless heart; Hansen glanced at everyone irritably, with a hint of unrealistic hope in his eyes.

Dong Xiwen and He Hui both lowered their heads, hesitating whether to write down a name and sentence a certain player to death.

Finally, everyone made a decision. The only sound left in the silence was the rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the page.

Qisi wrote the word "Hehui" one stroke at a time. He believed that this girl had no sense of existence and no one would vote for her.

As long as Hansen convinces Dong Xiwen, Cynthia and Hansen's votes will be two to two, and these two threats can die together.

After everyone put down their pens, wisps of black smoke came out of everyone's head, condensing into an Arabic numeral.

The number above Hansen’s head is 2, the number above Cynthia and He Hui’s head is both 1, and the number above Dong Xiwen’s head is 0.

Qisi raised his eyes and looked at the top of his head, where there was also 0.

Someone abstained.

"Two to one to one! The result is clear. Congratulations to Mr. No. 2 for being selected as the murderer of this round!" Charlie shouted excitedly, and the word "congratulations" sounded particularly gloating.

Hansen turned pale the moment he saw the numbers above his head. After hearing Charlie's announcement, he shouted in despair: "This is not fair! I didn't kill the most people. , I'm not the most useless, why would you vote for me? "This world is inherently unfair." Cynthia shook her head pitifully, "I'm sorry, but there is no other way." After copying, I will try my best to solve your worries within the scope of my authority."

The subtext of her words is nothing more than: With her ability, Hansen can be investigated. Realistic information, thus warning Hansen not to use the last half hour to seek revenge.

Hansen didn't know whether he understood what she meant, but he still yelled in vain: "You all believed Zhou Ke's lies, be careful you don't even know how you died in the end!"

While shouting, he shouted back. He struggled violently, but he was nailed to the chair. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not leave the confines of the chair.

The corpses hanging above their heads suddenly turned into blood-colored light spots and scattered down, pouring on the players' heads like a bloody rain. The black smoke and blood droplets intertwined and disappeared into the air, as if they had never existed, or perhaps they had seeped into people's flesh, blood, and flesh.

There is only an inverted cross wrapped in black cloth hanging above the round table, hanging heavy and lifeless. The religious metaphor behind it makes people feel uncontrollable.

Charlie held the mask on his face, turned his back to the player and bowed into the void: "The next step is the much-anticipated execution. How will Mr. No. 2 die? Let us wait and see. ! ”

He spoke the program host's words, as if facing thousands of viewers.

For a moment, Qisi had an hallucination in front of his eyes.

Countless dark shadows surrounded the small table in the center of the stage, almost blocking the dazzling lights and casting the scene into a dark tone.

Scarlet cracks appeared on their heads, their eyes projected blood-red gazes, and they burst into warm and crazy cheers at the moment Charlie bowed.

Hansen is still struggling, but now he can no longer make a sound. His mouth was wide open, and his throat seemed to be strangled by a giant invisible hand, and he could only cough out meaningless short syllables.

A bloody thread stretched down from above him and pierced into his head. The next second, his eyes turned into two pools of blood, gurgling down his face.

The painful screams echoed on the stage, almost shattering the eardrums of every player. The executions continued.

Dozens of malignant sores sprouted up from under Hansen's skin like mushrooms. Huge ulcers bloomed like flowers, and soon became a patchwork of yellow and white, with thick pus dripping down.

Hansen's skin and flesh were like heated ice cream, squirming and melting into a slippery liquid. They were spread out layer by layer on the high-backed chair, like a thick-skinned balloon that had been inflated, sluggish and weak. Paralyzed.

The blood and bones fell apart, covering the high-backed chair with a piece of human skin. From a distance, it looked like a strange shape formed by the chair.

And the scary thing is that the screams never stopped. Even if the head and body were separated and hung feebly on the chair, even if all the organs turned into a mixed suspension, Hansen's shrill screams still lingered. It lingered on the stage for a long time, like a ghost trapped in the body.

Most of the players' faces turned whiter than paper. Dong Xiwen looked constipated, and He Hui covered her mouth and retched.

The corpse that suddenly dropped from the top of the head was just the worst jumpscare. Although it was a little unexpected when it first appeared, it shocked people physiologically, but it did not cause them much panic later on.

After all, that was the person they killed with their own hands. The way of death was still vivid in their minds. If they were not afraid of the living, why should they be afraid of the dead?

But now, although Hansen went to the end of death after everyone's vote, no one expected that he would die so miserably and painfully.

The bloody scenes and strange death scenes are enough to arouse the discomfort written in human genes, and there is also a fear of harming others - will they die so miserably in the future?

Chis stared at the chair left by Hansen who was still screaming for a while, and looked away without interest.

He looked at Charlie and raised his eyelids: "Mr. Charlie, that chair is a bit noisy. Can you make it quiet for a while?"

"Of course no problem!" Charlie nodded sharply. He lowered his head, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the high-backed chair covered in flesh and blood immediately stopped making noise.

“Thank you.” A sincere smile appeared on Qisi’s lips. “When will this performance end? Maybe knowing the length of the play can help us interpret the plot better.”


Charlie turned to Zeiss and said with some sadness: "My script has three acts in total. One act is performed one day, and everything will be over on the third day."

The players listened to one person and one NPC. The dialogue is abstracted from the shock caused by Hansen's death.

The main mission has not been refreshed yet. Combined with the current plot of the dungeon, it should be related to the "last performance" that Charlie said.

After the script is performed, the copy is probably over, right?

Three days is the time limit for this copy. If you survive for three days, you should be able to clear this dungeon, right?

Dong Xiwen pondered and asked: "How to calculate a day? I don't seem to see a timing tool."

He didn't know whether the length of a day in this copy was the same as in reality, which was twenty-four hours, but he hoped not. .

Not even two hours have passed, and one person died tragically. Can a newcomer like him who knows nothing really survive three days in a game with this table of humanoid apes?

Charlie said with a smile: "I won't make you too tired! The end of one scene is the end of the day. This scene is only a part of the night plot. You can go back to your respective rooms and wait for the new scene. The game begins!”

He snapped his fingers again, and six door holes appeared on the originally smooth wall at the edge of the stage. Each door was carved with strange patterns, and there was no difference in appearance. .

"You are free to choose the room you will live in for these three days. Once selected, it cannot be changed! Here is a little reminder for you, there is an evil spirit hidden in every room."

Charlie put his index finger to his lips While speaking, he said in a tone of telling a secret: "Each of you is guilty. Your sins have turned into the most terrifying ghosts in the world, lingering in the shadows, just waiting to deliver a fatal blow to those who pass by."

" You will not be hurt by your own sins, nor by the sins of the dead; as long as you choose the right room, you will be able to spend these three days in peace. If you choose the wrong room, it will be really unfortunate. Ah!"

Charlie said "unfortunately", but his tone did not contain any regret, but was full of sensible expectations.

Looking at the ugly faces of the players, he said with a smile: "Of course, you don't have to worry too much, someone has died from sin today. The sinners have filled their stomachs, and there will be no more murders tonight. Already..."

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[Note] "Oedipus the King" is a play written by the ancient Greek writer Sophocles. It is based on the Greek mythology about Oedipus who killed his father and married his mother. The story shows the tragic conflict between man and fate.

Is the recent update speed good? /Laugh

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