Survival game: My plug-ins can be superimposed

"Just because I know Wang Dongliang is dead, you all say it was me," Zhao Xun showed an angry look at the right time, "I heard that Wang Dongliang died on the stage in front of everyone, and I just What are you doing when you come back from outside?"

The two strong men were stunned.

They looked at each other and had to admit that what Zhao Xun said made sense.

"Besides, I only dared to come back after hearing the news of Wang Dongliang's death. If he is dead, I don't have to worry about being locked up in the basement again." Zhao Xun shrugged, "If it was really me who killed him , why should I come back? Is it normal to run far away?"

The two strong men looked at each other again, but neither of them spoke.

They all felt that Zhao Xun was right, and his momentum was much weaker.

After a moment of silence, Strong Man A asked Zhao Xun: "Then how did you escape from the cage?"

"I can pick the lock," Zhao Xun opened his mouth and made up, "It's just that if I run out during the day, it's easy for you to find me, so I waited until night to unlock the door and run away."

"I don't remember you knowing how to pick a lock." Strong Man B expressed doubt.

"Are you familiar with me?" Zhao Xun looked at Strong Man B, "What do I know? Will I show it to you?"

Strong Man B choked and said nothing.

"Besides, I'm often locked up. Isn't it normal for me to secretly learn to open locks in order to protect myself?" Zhao Xun added.

Although he has no memory of his character's previous experiences in this game, according to Wang Dongliang, Wang Ling'er, and Liao Ming, his character must have been locked up not once or twice.

There’s nothing wrong with saying that.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Xun's words, neither of the two strong men asked any more questions.

"What were you talking about before I came here?" Zhao Xun changed the subject at the right time, "Are you discussing whether to stay or leave the performance troupe, or who will be the leader?"

"What, you want to compete for the group leader?" A middle-aged man with a beard spoke up. He warned Zhao Xun, "You are still young and I'm afraid you don't have the ability to bear the livelihood of the entire performing group."

Zhao Xun glanced at the bearded man.

It looks familiar.

If he remembered correctly, in reality, this man should be the doorman.

He had no memory of his specific name. He only remembered that everyone called him "Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang's identity here seems to be... that of a performer.

I just can't tell what the specific performance is.

Judging from Uncle Wang's attitude, it was obvious that he had coveted the position of group leader for a long time and was afraid that someone else would take it away.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in being the group leader." Zhao Xun waved his hand, "I just want to know if you have any results from your discussion."

Although Zhao Xun said this, Uncle Wang was not completely relieved.

Uncle Wang snorted: "You'd better really think so."

Zhao Xun was too lazy to talk nonsense to Uncle Wang. He searched around and finally saw Wang Ling'er hiding in the farthest corner.

Wang Ling'er was also looking at Zhao Xun. When Zhao Xun noticed her, she quietly waved her hand as a greeting.

Zhao Xun calmly shifted his gaze, and no one noticed his special attention to Wang Ling'er.

Seeing that Zhao Xun didn't speak anymore, Uncle Wang turned to look at the others and spoke again: "I have stayed in this performance troupe for the longest time, and I have followed Captain Wang the longest. The member structure of the troupe, I know everything about the performance projects, wandering routes, as well as the contact information and contact process with each theater."

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone: "I think there is no one more suitable to be the new leader than me."

Everyone was silent. Familiar people would look at each other's expressions, but no one spoke for a while.

No one objected, but no one agreed.

Uncle Wang was not satisfied and raised his voice slightly: "Since no one raised any objections or took the initiative to take this responsibility, then I will be the leader."

Everyone was still silent.

So, Uncle Wang immediately stepped into the role of the group leader and began to arrange for two strong men to handle Wang Dongliang's body and arrange for others to prepare for the afternoon performance.

Although everyone had complaints about Uncle Wang becoming the new group leader, they could not find a more suitable candidate.

Some of them want to be the group leader themselves, but they all know in their hearts that their qualifications are simply not enough.

Between them and Uncle Wang, most people would prefer Uncle Wang.

That's why none of them spoke out.

The matter of Uncle Wang being the group leader is finally settled.

After everyone had arranged their own affairs, Uncle Wang looked again at Zhao Xun, who had been standing aside.

He looked Zhao Xun up and down and asked: "I know that you have always been dissatisfied with the performance program that Captain Wang has arranged for you. So tell me what you want to perform? If appropriate, I can change it for you."

Zhao Xun thought for a while and replied: "Can I wait two days and give you an answer? It's not appropriate to suddenly ask me to join someone else's team now. I may not be able to get along well."

"That's okay. Anyway, "Caged Bird" is not a show that must be performed." Uncle Wang agreed.

In fact, everyone knows that "Caged Bird" is a program deliberately created by Wang Dongliang to antagonize Zhao Xun.

There is nothing particularly outstanding about this show, nor is it the specialty of their performing group.

After a pause, Uncle Wang added: "Then during these two days, if you can't perform, you have to be responsible for the logistics. Clean up the trash in the theater, okay?"

"Okay." Zhao Xun agreed readily.

Seeing how cooperative Zhao Xun was, Uncle Wang finally believed that Zhao Xun had no intention of becoming the group leader.

"Then I'll get busy first. Remember to do your job well." After Uncle Wang finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the room where Wang Dongliang lived.

Now, it's his room.

He had to carefully calculate how many good things he could inherit from Wang Dongliang.

After Uncle Wang left, Wang Ling'er cautiously walked toward Zhao Xun.

Before she could speak, she suddenly saw a petite dwarf marmoset running behind Zhao Xun.

She looked at it curiously: "Is this...is this a monkey? It's so small."

"What little monkey?" Zhao Xun pretended not to know, turned around and looked over.

The moment he turned around, he quickly took out a stone from his pocket.

The pygmy tamarin took the initiative and jumped towards the stone. The moment it touched the stone, it was taken back into the stone.

When he returned here, while everyone was gathered together, he asked the pygmy marmoset to return all the keys he had stolen before.

When Uncle Wang goes to take stock of Wang Dongliang's things, he won't know that these keys have never been seen before.

Wang Ling'er took a few steps closer to take a closer look at the small animal that was passing by, only to find that the pygmy marmoset was missing.

"Eh? What's going on?" Wang Ling'er looked confused, "I just saw a little monkey running behind you."

"Perhaps you are dazzled?" Zhao Xun said in a natural manner. Before Wang Ling'er could think more, he changed the subject, "Have you ever considered leaving the performance troupe?"