Absurd deduction game

The narrator disappears temporarily.

The melodious and gentle singing came from the empty courtyard, the sound was ethereal and amazing.

Yu Xing blinked and looked towards the singing area a little sluggishly. He could vaguely see a figure in a complicated costume in the farthest corridor.

The green tiles of the red building form a picture scroll of its own, and the swaying long-sleeved actor is like the only vivid embellishment in the picture scroll. The Holy Son has fallen away from the world, and the world of mortals has entered the palace.

Yu Xing walked over subconsciously, stopped when passing the drawing board, and looked at the drawing paper.

I saw exactly this scene depicted on the drawing paper. The beauty was dancing with long sleeves, showing him a bright smile, the frost and snow turned into water, and the waves were sparkling.

He seemed to be able to recall the time he was sitting in front of his easel, finishing the painting one stroke at a time with a smile.

I drew this?

Did I draw it for him?

Yu Xing reached out and picked up the painting, feeling the urge to tear it up.

Had he really painted for actors here before? He didn't remember it, but now he wasn't sure.

Maybe when he was a young master, he really had a lot of free time. It was normal for him to play with actors every day and draw a few pictures for them. But the composition of this picture was different from his habits. Maybe...

Before Yu Xing's thoughts could deviate to the composition, the figure who was dancing in the corridor in the distance just now was already close at hand.

The soft and soft voice conveyed the gentleness of the vicissitudes of life. The actor, who was only wearing costumes and no make-up, raised his hands in front of him: "Xing, what are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that the painting was not finished yet." Yu Xing tilted his head and said, "Why didn't I paint you to death?"

The actor in front of him was slightly startled.

Then, the actor, who had a gentle personality and never argued anything, seemed to understand: "Xing, do you like incomplete beauty?"

"Beautiful things fall into a pool of blood. The regrets and contrasts at that time can indeed create a work of higher artistic attainment. If Xing wants to paint, then just paint. I don't care."

The actor bowed and said, "Our young master has studied abroad, so he probably doesn't shy away from anything... Let's paint, A-Xing."

Yu Xing felt uneasy for a while and no longer wanted to draw at all.

He looked at the actor in front of him without words. Like the plaster statue with Zhao Yijiao's face, the actor's face was also blurry, as if it were covered with a layer of mosaic.

But this didn't have any impact on his cognition. He could see the real surface through the mosaic. If he didn't pay special attention, he wouldn't even feel that anything was wrong.

[This is the villain your movie needs. 】

The narrator suddenly appeared again, reading seriously.

[The perfect young master actually has an ambitious friend, which makes the movie interesting. Let's continue filming. Next, the young master's family will die one after another, and everything the young master owns will be burned to ashes in a fire. 】

[Then, the main plot of the movie is revealed. The young master wants to take revenge. He keeps looking for ways to get revenge, and finally kills the damn villain with his own hands to comfort those who have lost. 】

[Yu Xing, do you understand? All the strange and absurd things you have experienced would never exist in the world. They were all scripts written for you by an unreliable screenwriter. 】

[There is no deduction or broken scenes from beginning to end. You are just the protagonist of the movie. 】

Viruses are trying to tamper with perception.

For a moment, Yu Xing almost believed the narrator's words - he was being affected by forgetfulness and distortion all the time, which made him remember that he was sitting in the screening room one second, and forget how he could be the next second. Show up here.

But after all, he possesses the power of the curse, and his own constitution is no weaker than this virus. He is naturally resistant. Even if he allows the virus to develop freely, he will always wake up.

Does the virus want him to think that he is really the protagonist of a movie, and that he only fantasizes about things a hundred years from now because he has awakened his consciousness?

"Xingxing, why are you stunned again?" The actor's face showed a trace of confusion, and then he sighed sympathetically, "Are you too tired from studying recently? Why don't you go and rest? I see that you have lost weight recently. A lot."

Yu Xing's memory was split into two parts.

Part of him clearly remembered what the actor had done, so he was equally disgusted with the actor in front of him who was transformed by the virus.

In another part, his memory only goes back to when he was friends with the actor, and he felt a little embarrassed when faced with the actor's concern.

The two memories were mixed together, leaving Yu Xing stunned for a moment.

The narrator said——

[The young master’s hesitation caught the actor’s attention. Today, the young master did not smile and chat with him as usual. Will the actor advance his plan because of this? 】

[Or... Yu Xing, you are already a mature protagonist and you have to learn to create your own plot. Now there is an opportunity in front of you. If you kill the actor now, everything will be different in the future. 】

[Don’t you want to throw away the ridiculous script given by the ridiculous screenwriter? Now is the opportunity, Yu Xing, change everything! 】

Change all that.

As long as you change it at the beginning, all subsequent pain will be eliminated.

A voice whispered in Yu Xing's mind.

He could change the script.

No more painful horror scripts.

He might be able to switch to love scripts, comedy scripts, celebrity autobiography scripts, and then have a happy life - even if he is just a false character, he can also have a false world that is more satisfying to him.

Is not it good? This is the only chance.

If the plot were different, the audience would love to watch it. There are always audiences who would love to watch it.

Yu Xing reached out and pinched the actor's neck.

There is a warm touch in the palm of the hand, and the meridians under the actor's skin are so vivid.

Suddenly attacked, the perfect mask of the actor in front of him suddenly burst out with cracks, and he weakly begged for mercy: "Xing... young master... did I say something wrong? If there is anything about me that makes you unhappy. Yes, please spare my life, young master!"

"Still pretending?" Yu Xing tilted his head, "Shouldn't you be able to escape from my hands casually? Shouldn't you be able to kill me with just one finger? You pretend to be this character and stay in the Yu family, no? Just to let me taste the pain and resentment, then capture me and turn me into a container for your experiments?"

Secrets that he should not know now are thrown out one after another, and the actor gradually stops struggling.

After a few seconds, the actor's face turned cold, with a trace of amusement and interest in his eyebrows.

"How do you know this, Ayuki?"

"Did anyone tell you?"

"Did Hua Subai tell you? Or did you meet someone else behind my back...that person made me a little angry."

The actor really revealed his villainous nature.

A frightening aura emanated from the actor's body, giving Yu Xing's hands a burning sensation.

The narrator spoke softly in Yu Xing's ear.

[You have changed the plot. Our protagonist will encounter twists and turns in advance. Great isn't it? Yu Xing, it’s time to turn into a battle royale script. The actor who realizes that the plan has been known in advance will kill all your family members and let this secret rot in your stomach. Maybe he will kill you too. 】