Chapter 148 Grand Performance (End) Curtain Call
In the center of the stage, Dong Xiwen, Cynthia and Puppet Charlie sat at the round table, each with a hand card in front of them.
After Zeiss escaped from the knife, the play continued; Charlie joined in after admitting his guilt.
The rhythm of the new play is much faster than that of the first show. Excluding the night part, the process has reached the second act in just half an hour.
The two of them were given a few playing cards by an NPC, and they played the "Crazy Black Jack" they had played before.
In a three-player game, the first two to achieve a union will have a decisive advantage. As long as the players work together, Charlie can't make waves no matter what.
But when Cynthia proposed to join forces with Dong Xiwen to eliminate Charlie as an NPC, Dong Xiwen hesitated.
It is known that Cynthia probably killed Hansen. Who knows if letting her live until the third act will kill him in the same way in the battle royale?
You know, after this woman agreed to "Zhou Ke's" proposal, she turned her back and voted for "Zhou Ke"...
Can I doubt that? Conclusive evidence, everything has not happened yet, do you really want to join forces with NPC to kill other players in order to survive?
"Dong Xiwen, I know what you are worried about. I can also tell you truthfully that before voting, I did think about actually killing you in the third act."
Cynthia's words were sincere and her eyes were sincere: " But now the situation has changed. Zhou Ke has taken the clues and plans to leave us alone to complete the level. Even if I kill you, I won't be able to trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism. If I leave you, I can try to crack the world view and survive together. "< br>
“Zhou Ke has too much advantage. I know him well. He is suspicious and cruel by nature. In order to obtain greater benefits, he will definitely find ways to destroy us. We must unite to deal with him. "
Dong Xiwen stared at the cards in front of him and said nothing.
He has a [10] in his hand. Whoever he hands it to will burst the card and lose the game.
It is undeniable that what Cynthia said makes sense.
But refusing to cooperate and teaming up with Charlie to get Cynthia out will undoubtedly reduce the risk to zero and allow him to directly win the show...
Dong Xiwen seems to have been entangled for a long time. , in fact, only two seconds passed.
He finally made a decision and pushed the cards in front of him with his fingers: "I choose to hand the cards to..."
"Fuck!"
He screamed out in surprise, because at the moment of his movement, the entire stage shook violently.
The originally dazzling spotlight suddenly flashed crazily as if it had a bad contact, just like the warning before the ghost appears in the old movie.
The puppet Charlie's movements were frozen at the previous second, as motionless as a real dead thing, and fell to the ground as the stage trembled.
Dong Xiwen held on to the edge of the high-backed chair to prevent himself from being thrown out; Cynthia reacted a little too late, knocked her head on the chair beside her, and hugged the back of the chair tightly to stabilize herself.
The ground began to subside, falling down like an elevator with a broken cable. With the rapid descent, the gilded ceiling and walls were no longer shiny, and were gradually covered with black charred ash, exuding a pungent burnt smell.
At a certain moment, all the vibrations stopped, and only the ruins left after the fire were left in the surrounding scene.
A ray of moonlight fell from the gap in the dome overhead, illuminating a small patch of ground not far away.
[Main mission has been refreshed]
[Main mission: Escape from the Scarlet Theater]
Two lines of system prompts were refreshed, and Dong Xiwen finally realized the blind spots that he had subconsciously ignored before. What is it.
The main mission is never clear, and performing the repertoire is not the main mission at all!
It is very possible that the copy has not really entered the main line until this moment!
Dong Xiwen gasped in shock, his mind going blank.
Cynthia's situation is even worse than him.
It is not easy for an old man in his seventies to participate in a strange game, let alone encounter many variables in a short period of time.
Her heart was beating crazily, as if it would jump out of her throat at any time, her eyes were blurry, and she had an intuition that she would faint at any time.
She squinted her eyes to settle her vision, and suddenly she saw Dong Xiwen in front of her with his eyes wide open, staring directly behind her.
Is there... anything there?
Cynthia was about to turn her head, but the next second, a touch of coldness touched the back of her neck and stroked hard.
Warm blood spattered out, followed by the recognition of death. Cynthia opened her mouth and wanted to shout, but she could only spit out a "gurgling" cough.
The woman's old head hit the table with a muffled "thud" sound. The body that lost its support softened, slid down the high-backed chair, and fell onto the scorched earth.
Dong Xiwen watched helplessly behind Cynthia. The masked young man put away the bloody blade, and his white shirt was splattered with bright red blood, adding a bit of bloodlust.
He opened his mouth, but in the end he only came out with a stilted question: "You...you killed her?"
"Uh-huh." The young man nodded, with a smile in his voice. "The next question is, do you want to die or live?"
......
After signing the contract with Charlie, Ziss offered to ask him to provide some convenience so that he could kill someone easily.
This was not difficult for Charlie. This NPC who ignored human life in every game agreed without thinking.
Like Cynthia, as early as the beginning of the dungeon, Zeiss had wanted to kill this kindred spirit who had many similar qualities to himself.
At first, I just felt that this person, despite his age and extreme physical and military disadvantages, was able to survive to the official pool, which might pose a great threat to him in terms of intelligence.
Then I realized that, as a senior federal official, Cynthia had a close relationship with Kyushu, which might cause a lot of trouble. God knows whether she will use her authority to find out something and put Qiss on the wanted list in reality.
As for Cynthia's treacherous vote for him not long ago, this was a dispensable factor for Ziss, but it did not prevent him from settling the accounts together.
"By the way, everyone who dies here will become an audience, right?" Chiss asked Charlie five minutes ago.
Charlie answered in the affirmative.
Old God Qisi touched his chin on the ground: "I have a grudge against the person I want to kill later, and we can arrange burning or anything like that."
Charlie agreed. .
Soon after, the two scenes overlapped, and Ziss took advantage of Cynthia's unpreparedness and cut the back of her neck.
As for what will happen after her death, that is not up to Chis.
At this moment, Qisi looked at Dong Xiwen who was stunned in his seat. The face under the mask seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Sign a contract with me and I won't kill you. Maybe - I can even help you pass the customs. "
Dong Xiwen is a type that can be killed or not, but there must be something special about him being able to enter the official pool as a newcomer.
Having learned from Chang Xu’s mistakes, Qisi was afraid that another god would appear from the nook and cranny and claim Dong Xiwen, saying he was the stupid boy he had bet on.
He was already being targeted by a guy who couldn't be beaten, and he didn't want to continue poking at the cockroach nest. Rather than killing them directly, it is more cost-effective to control people using contracts, which is simple, convenient and hygienic.
Dong Xiwen didn't know Qisi's considerations, and he couldn't understand why this perverted murderer would spare him.
The clown mask covered in oil paint covered all facial expressions, making the young man look funny and unpredictable. The blood stains on his clothes gave him a sense of horror from a violent aesthetic movie, making him dare not say anything anymore. too much.
Dong Xiwen swallowed and asked, "What contract?"
Qisi snapped his fingers, and rain of blood fell from the sky.
Countless fine blood beads were suspended in front of Dong Xiwen's body, intertwined and condensed into phantoms of the contract scroll.
Golden embroidery thread wrote the terms of mortgaging the soul on the red paper, and a gilded quill floated in Dong Xiwen's hand, urging him to sign his name.
Dong Xiwen held the quill and read the unequal treaties on the long scroll several times, sweating profusely: "Brother, you are more evil than the evil god, and more capitalist than the capitalist..."
Qisi turned his masked face to him and asked seriously: "So do you want to die?"
"...I'll sign." Dong Xiwen signed the contract with a sad look on his face, his words Stop, "Brother, let's talk about it. You said that the points will be allocated to you in the future. Can you give an approximate number? It will also help me to be mentally prepared..."
The bright red long scroll scattered into blood beads at the moment when the last stroke of the signature was completed, scattering into the void in all directions.
Qisi also learned Dong Xiwen’s real name at that moment - Dong Zixi. "Your brother's name is Dong Ziwen?" Qisi asked.
Dong Zixi was stunned: "How do you know? Does this soul contract also include reading memory?"
Of course the soul contract cannot read memory, at least not now. . The name is pretty easy to guess based on the pseudonym.
Ziss bent down and turned Cynthia's body over, dug out the cloth bag containing the props from the interlayer of her dress, took out a short knife, and touched her heart several times.
An identity card lies quietly in a cloth bag. The male and female magician, whose gender is indistinguishable, is wearing a black dress embroidered with red patterns, bending and bowing; the crowd cheers loudly, but there are a few hats that are taken off. Zhang Jiebai's playing cards were accidentally spilled.
[Identity Card: Foolish Deceiver]
[Effect: When upright, all your words will be trusted; when reversed, all your lies will be seen through]
The positive effect is powerful enough, and the negative effect is deceiving enough. No wonder Cynthia didn't bind it directly.
Ziss, who already had [Rose Heart] and was self-aware of his luck, decisively threw this card into the mezzanine of his backpack to eat dust.
He died once in Shuangxi Town before untying [Humanoid Evil]. He didn’t want to do this again at all.
There are also a lot of messy props in the cloth bag, including a small bottle of sleeping pills, which are said to help players fall asleep quickly.
In the dungeon, if you can't sleep at night, something will happen easily. This item is very useful, but Qiss still threw it to the foot of the table.
He has always been cautious about medicines. Who knows if this thing is poisonous? Even if it is not poisonous, what if there are sequelae?
Dong Zixi watched Qisi throw away most of the stolen goods with a look of disgust after touching the body, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, you don't want them all? I think there are a few things that are quite good..."
Qi Si sneered: "If you are not afraid of being found by people from the Federation in the future, you can pick a few items and bring them with you."
Dong Zixi was stunned: "This can't be done. Is it possible that they will also install tracking devices on the props?"< br>
“Who knows?”
Qiss squinted his eyes slightly and stared at the pile of objects on the table, inexplicably beginning to miss Hansen who died tragically.
This guy should have had a few good things in his possession, but it was a pity that he died at the wrong time. His whole person and his wealth were burned down by fire. It was a pity.
Cynthia really boasted of herself so much, but the props were just a bunch of junk; even if there was a [Destiny Pocket Watch], he was willing to take the risk and accept it...
Of course, it is also possible that the valuable props have been put into the prop inventory and cannot be exploded even if they die...
Qisi Wu felt sorry for himself for a while, then turned and walked in the direction of the moonlight.
Dong Zixi hesitated for two seconds and followed up from a distance.
The steps that were not too heavy seemed to startle something. There was a crackling sound behind the ears, and the charred wooden boards scattered down, closely following the footsteps of the two players.
The ancient building was overwhelmed, and pieces of it collapsed behind the two of them.
Qisi did not look back, and walked step by step into the light. When he looked up again, he could no longer see the dome, only a starless sky.
The lone moon casts a pale beam of light, and a pit is particularly conspicuous in the dim light.
Qisi walked over and saw a wooden box with mottled damage and stains lying quietly in the middle of the pit.
The wooden box has been opened, and most of the things that once contained it have been removed, leaving only a papyrus page.
There is no repertoire, no redundant words, only four symbols that do not belong to any language——
[End of Act III]
Two seconds later, Silver White text refreshes on the system interface.
[The main mission has been completed and the entire world view has been cracked]
[Congratulations to the player for clearing the multiplayer copy "The Grand Show"]
[In the grand show with the world as the stage, the protagonists and supporting characters come and go. After the carnival banquet, the guests dispersed, and you and I were always alone]
A shadow appeared on the dim bottom curtain.
A few figures carrying hiking bags and shovels were digging in the mud.
The shovel suddenly hit a hard object, and one person shouted in surprise: "Found it!"
The figures gathered one after another, raising shovelfuls of dust, exposing the wooden boxes buried underneath.
They opened the wooden box in surprise, carefully took out the pages inside, and read the words on it religiously:
"Play, "Grand Show"; author, Charlie..."
The playwright Charlie is actually not lame, on the contrary, he is brilliant.
He can compose players with different experiences into a reasonable drama; he can design a game process that is comparable to the copy mechanism; he can imitate the identity card mechanism and draw character cards that are unique to him...
There is no need for him to be angry or inferior. Gaining recognition is a historical necessity rather than a gift from the gods. Unfortunately, Ziss did not intend to tell him this.
[The playwright waits for the audience's attention, the crowd waits for the gods' lowered eyes, and everyone is mediocre and disappears in the world. Isn't it a kind of happiness to get what you want? 】
["Grand Performance" TrueEnd-"The Lonely Playwright" has been included]
[A copy will be automatically transmitted after three minutes]
The breeze blows, and the clothes are blowing, The matter was settled, the crisis had been resolved, and Dong Zixi finally relaxed.
He looked at Qisi, who was standing quietly aside, and could no longer suppress the curiosity in his heart. He came closer and said, "Brother, please let me see your true face. I have signed the contract anyway, even if I know something It can’t be leaked.”
Qisi was in a good mood, took off his mask and smiled gently at Dong Zixi.
On the white face, there were more than a dozen hideous blood stains, crawling all over his face like centipedes, twisting wantonly with the smile.
Dong Zixi was startled: "Is this an old player? He really wants to do something..."
Qisi said nonsense seriously: "Because I am disfigured, I wear a mask to hide my appearance. .”
Dong Zixi: ...At first glance, this wound was cut with a knife after entering the dungeon, right?
Yes, Qisi bought a mask and put it on his face, but he still felt uneasy.
So, after entering the dungeon, he simply slashed his face with a blade.
Anyway, you can’t bring out a copy of the wound, and it won’t be scratched if you don’t scratch it. It's true that it hurts a little, but it's within an acceptable range.
However, Qisi won’t have to abuse himself like this in future copies.
One of the transactions with Charlie was to modify the mask props to make it fit more closely with the real human face...
Thinking of this, Qiss raised the corners of his lips and smiled sincerely. Of course, with his face, no matter how harmless the smile is, it can only be described as terrifying.
The moonlight was still there, and the two of them had nothing to say. Dong Zixi found a mound to sit down and rest, waiting for the countdown to end.
In the silence, Qi Si asked abruptly: "Have you ever seen a ghost?"
Dong Zixi didn't know why: "Huh? Does it matter if you have seen it in the copy?"
Chiss said nothing.
Just now, he accidentally glanced at Dong Zixi, but saw two shadows on the latter's body.
One is the image of Dong Zixi himself, and the other is similar in appearance to Dong Zixi, but with a gloomy and surly expression, staring straight at him with a warning look.
Qisi rubbed his chin and speculated endlessly: Maybe this is the reason why Dong Zixi, as a newcomer, was able to enter the official pool?
Of course - who knows?
Sure enough... I still haven’t written out the extra points... (However, including the small plot added before, I have actually written 8,000 words today, which is equivalent to two chapters.) Of course, I won’t be so shameless, and I will use that as extra points. More updates, hehehehe...I'll get up early tomorrow morning and try to complete the extra updates I promised everyone!
(End of this chapter)