Chapter 141 Grand Performance (12) "Dead Soul"
The game is no longer suspense. The players handed the biggest cards in their hands to Charlie in turn, and then stopped.
When it was Charlie's turn, he said "stop" happily and looked around at everyone: "Now all of you have the same number of chips, which is fair! I believe there will be a wonderful show tomorrow !”
He laughed, and then the points were settled.
At 51 points, Charlie busted.
He was the only player to bust this round.
The last chip turned into blood in front of him. He fell apart amidst the wild laughter, and the broken wood fell to the ground. In a few seconds, the fragments were broken into smaller pieces of wood, scattered all over the ground, and spread into a thin layer of sand.
Charlie, who dominated the two scenes of the players, was shattered into pieces. Everyone looked at the remnants on the ground and felt a strong sense of unreality.
"Is the game over?" Hehui asked timidly, "The main NPC is dead, and the copy should be almost completed."
Cynthia shook her head: "Maybe the Charlie we saw is not the same. It is not the main NPC of this dungeon. There are two characters, the playwright Charlie and his puppet, in the remaining pages of the script. However, we have not yet been able to meet the so-called playwright, nor have we found all the content of the script. , maybe you need to complete three acts of the play, or collect all the remaining pages of the script.”
Things have come full circle and we are back to the original issue.
Qiss spoke at the right time: "If my guess is correct, the remaining pages of the script are scattered in various rooms. It's still early, so we will start searching from Room 1 to see if we can find any clues. ”
He Hui and Dong Xiwen had no objections, but Cynthia, who had signed the contract, did not dare to have any objections.
Qisi stood up quietly and walked straight to the door of Room 1.
He is basically certain that the ghost transformed from his sin is inside.
Hansen's "supporting character card" made him speculate that after players get the character card corresponding to themselves, they can trigger the corresponding identity effect.
It is known that the character card will be separated from the ghost after the player dies, but it is useless to get it at that time. You can't let the corpse pass the level like the "Double Happiness Town" copy.
Therefore, he tends to think that there must be other ways to obtain character cards, such as... negotiating with his corresponding ghost.
Cynthia followed closely behind Qisi, and without any hesitation, she stepped forward and opened the door.
Qisi took a step back without leaving a trace, waiting for her to go in first, then he followed leisurely.
The moment he crossed the threshold, cracks suddenly appeared in the surrounding bright colors of red, yellow and blue. There was a "click" sound at the conscious level, and the scene in front of him shattered and collapsed like broken glass.
New scenes emerge in the color blocks. After the toning and outlining of new brushstrokes, the colors are no longer as rich as before, like washed and faded photos, but more realistic.
The smell of blood, decay, and mold rushed into his nose. Zeiss found himself standing alone in a dimly lit warehouse. The wooden boards that sealed the windows were hung with thick spider webs. , indicating that this place has been abandoned for a long time.
With the faint light leaking through the gaps in the wooden boards, you can see the dust and animal feces on the ground. A dirty white cat was lying in the corner. It had been dead for a long time, and even its skin and flesh were shriveled.
Qisi hadn’t been to such a dirty place for several years, so his first reaction was to cover his mouth and nose with his hands and retching.
But he soon realized that his nausea was not entirely due to the environment, but more of a conditioned reflex buried deep in his memory.
Yes, he had been here before, ten years ago, and he was deeply impressed.
"We agreed, I will return the book to you, and you will return the toys to me, and we will have nothing to do with each other from now on." A childish voice sounded outside the door, which was quite familiar.
"It's a deal." Qisi almost immediately recalled the cause and effect and continued.
Yes, ten years ago, he tricked his "friend" into this warehouse and killed him with a compass.
The murderer ten years later half-squinted his eyes and recalled with some confusion, what was his state of mind at that time?
Nervous, excited, or... because you have planned everything, you withdraw from unnecessary emotions and become as calm and numb as a machine?
The right hand holding the weapon was hidden in the long sleeve, making it difficult to see clearly. Chiss said, "Come in, don't let them see you."
Wearing a blue and white school uniform The child walked into the warehouse. He was 1.45 meters tall and had some baby fat on his face. He looked very silly.
The child clenched his fingers and bared his teeth in a stern voice: "Don't even think about saying nice things to me, I won't make peace with you!"
Qisi suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing that he would be stabbed by such childish hostility.
But it is undeniable that this was the beginning of his sins.
His childhood ended after his first murder.
Go around behind you gently, raise the compass in your hand high, yes, right now, aim the needle tip at the back of your neck, and pierce it hard.
The warm blood soaks into the cold fingertips, and the rift between the past and the present is instantly healed. Qisi showed a bloody smile, looked down at the slowly falling body, and threw the compass into the corner.
He closed the door of the warehouse, walked to a pile of things covered with black cloth based on his memory, pulled out a bone chopping knife from underneath, then returned to the original place, and expertly cut the limbs of the corpse.
After finishing everything, he squatted down, held his chin and fell into deep thought.
His thoughts were triggered by the feelings he had felt many years ago. He stared indifferently at the dead body in front of him that was no longer like a human being, and suddenly there was an uproar in his stomach.
It tastes so bad, so bad. Chisi thought like this ten years ago as he swallowed flesh and blood.
“It tastes terrible.” Zisi said, “Even beef and pork will not taste good when eaten raw without cooking.”
He seemed to have gained a God's perspective, looking down at the body and looking down at the shadow of a child, crying and chewing on the body like a wild beast.
"Stop crying, you're annoying." Chis said coldly, "Be careful, don't leave it everywhere."
He hated children as always, especially himself. .
He knew what an unpleasant and bad boy he was when he was a child. He was good at acting and loved to lie. He knew how to cry and laugh in order to win the love of adults.
Of course, now he is no longer a "bad boy", and the victims are accustomed to calling him a "social scum".
"Just let the corpse come to life." The child suddenly turned his head 180 degrees and raised his face to look at him. "Let the corpse come to life and get rid of it. It won't be a troublesome thing."
Qisi saw the scarred corpse standing up tremblingly. He picked up a knife and cut off his own flesh, then put it into his mouth.
The corpse quickly turned into a skeleton. The eaten meat burst the stomach pouch and fell from the middle of the skeleton. The corpse bent down, picked up the meat on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth again, and so on.
"Kid, are you my sin?" Qisi suppressed the disgust in his eyes and put on a friendly smile, "Do you know where my character is stuck?"
The child's school uniform suddenly turned bright red from the edges, and the style changed from an ordinary school uniform to an elegant suit.
The child in red turned into a tall young man, smiling maliciously: "Of course I know, but why should I tell you, as a player?"
Qisi turned around and left. . Two seconds later, the young man sighed helplessly from behind: "It's a pity that I didn't fall for the trick."
A black card lay quietly at the door of the warehouse.
Qisi chuckled and bent down to pick it up.
Lines of silver-white text appeared in front of my eyes.
[Congratulations on getting your character card, becoming the second character in the entire drama to learn about fate]
[You will get all the characteristics of the character, including becoming the character itself 】
In the lower right corner of the sight, a small card with a black background outlines the shadow. On the card, a young man wearing a red suit and trousers is holding a clown mask with his hands and laughing.
This is like an identity card. I don’t know which main card it corresponds to, and I don’t know why it was transformed into a [Character Card].
[Character Card - Villain]
[Description: He is cold and cruel, he is heinous, he is an obstacle on the protagonist's path, and he is the opposite of justice. He walks in the shadows and is destined to be with darkness. Kindness and bottom line are his antonyms. He needs no sympathy or redemption. He once bloomed in the midst of killing and will eventually perish in the midst of killing. 】
[Effects: 1. "First mover advantage" - At key plot points involving the protagonist, you will be able to decide the order of voting (each script has only one chance);
2. " I will definitely come back” - If the protagonist survives, you will be resurrected in a reasonable way after suffering fatal injuries (each script has only one chance)]
As for his identity, Qisi has already It was expected; the character card would have a certain effect, which was also part of his guess.
What surprised him was that he was not the first person to find his character card.
The first one to find the character card should be the lucky person who happens to choose the room where his sin is.
Who could it be? Is it Dong Xiwen or He Hui?
Zis put the character card into his pocket and crossed the threshold of the warehouse.
The scene of red, yellow and blue was woven again, and he suddenly returned to Room 1.
Cynthia stood by the bed and said calmly: "I searched everywhere before going to bed yesterday, and I didn't find any useful clues. But I'm old and can't see many places carefully. Maybe you can search again. "
Dong Xiwen looked around the room and said in a sarcastic tone: "Don't you have a desk here? Why is there a special treatment in my room?"
< br>No player noticed anything strange about Qiss. Everything that happened just now seemed to be just an illusion that belonged to Qiss alone.
Qisi raised the corner of his lips, walked to the wall, and dug into the wallpaper with his nails as usual, peeling off the wall skin.
The rest of the people gathered around him as soon as he started to destroy the wall. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is more adaptable to this copy than anyone else, and he might actually be able to discover something.
Dong Xiwen suddenly said "fuck". Wherever he looked, several pieces of papyrus were staggered on the burnt wall, and as the wallpaper faded, lines of text were revealed.
[Audiences like comedies, and the core of comedy is to let the protagonist win. 】
[The last act ends, the back door of the stage opens, and the actors leave. 】
【Let the protagonist live and let the villain die. 】
【Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil. Tooth for tooth, blood for blood. 】
There is no logic between the sentences. They should be notes jotted down by the playwright.
Chis smiled even more when he looked at the entries clearly targeting "villains".
He became more and more curious about what kind of existence this playwright was, and why he was so persistent in creating plays that the audience liked even though he had a pessimistic attitude towards human nature.
What he is more curious about is, if he must kill the "protagonist", how will the playwright round out the plot?
Dong Xiwen pointed to [End of the last act] and deduced: "Does this mean that as long as we finish the three acts, a 'door' will appear on the stage to leave the dungeon, and we will pass the level. ? But until now we don’t know what the background of this copy is..."
Qisi squinted his eyes, a smiling mask embedded in his face, always the same: "There are five rooms left, we can always find all the clues, right?"
He paused and asked casually: "What do the 'protagonist' and 'villain' written on these notes mean? We are all actors, is this talking about our character identities?"
He Hui had no doubt about him and said: "It should be Yes, I met my corresponding ghost yesterday and picked up a character card. "What is your identity? Can you show it to me?"
Hehui hesitated. Seconds later, he said: "I...I am a supporting role."
In the following rooms, thanks to Qiss' demonstration in the first room, the search efficiency was much higher. As soon as everyone entered the house, they were like locusts passing by, peeling off the wallpaper with all their hands, leaving some parts exposed.
On the wall of Room 2 is written:
[The gun that appears in the first act of the play must be fired in the third act. 】
【Don’t kill a character easily unless you have squeezed out the last bit of his value. 】
【Set up the stage and let the characters move by themselves. If it's out of control, change the rules. 】
There was nothing on the walls of Room 3. Faced with Qisi's suspicious gaze, He Hui couldn't argue, but Dong Xiwen spoke up to save her.
In Room 4, Qiss directly handed over the remaining pages of the script he found. The second act had ended anyway, and the information was considered expired.
In Room 5, new fragments of the script appeared.
[Charlie: The king has given an ultimatum to close down our theater! It's all because of those bloody plays you wrote that we have lost forever the opportunity to perform even the simplest plays! 】
[Puppet: Sir, you are still so naive! It is only a matter of time before the theater is closed down. The king only wants to let the people know what they should know. The things you write are destined not to be seen by too many people. I just speed up the process, at least until the end comes, and you get the joy of carnival. 】
[Charlie: I don’t want a carnival, I just want to have a theater of my own and be able to perform plays that express my thoughts and emotions. Why should even such a simple wish be destroyed now? 】
[Puppet (disdainfully): Oh, thoughts! Have you ever heard: "When humans think, God laughs." Your thoughts are worthless. What the Kingdom needs are puppets, puppets like me! 】
[The guards knocked on the theater door loudly, and Charlie shouted: "Wait a minute!" He rushed into his study, stuffed the bundles of papyrus into the suitcase, and threw it out the window. The guards held torches, broke in, and rummaged through the theater. 】
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[Note] "Dead Souls" was created by the Russian writer Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky This novel tells the story of a businessman who specializes in deception.
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