Help, I've become a paper man

Along with the sound of the horn, the hanging thin threads were retracted and the carousel slowly stopped. Song Yi loosened his numb hands and jumped off the horse. The moment he stepped on the ground, he was still a little shaky. A hand stretched out from the side, as if trying to help him. He was still alert to the battle, so he subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the hand and looked at the other person. Both of them were stunned.

The exaggerated broadcast stopped here, and the system sound followed closely and sounded at this time.

"Congratulations to the player, you have successfully passed the first game and successfully checked in on the carousel. Since you won in advance and the number of winners is less than the fixed number, this project triggers a special completion reward and you will receive two stamps, which will be automatically generated on your park ticket. I wish you a happy game!"

The two men looked at each other. When Song Yi saw the other's appearance, he was sure that the winner on the other side was Brother Changdao. However, when they met at this time, there was no joy of the winner. There was only silence. Brother Changdao slowly gave an awkward smile. Song Yi nodded without saying anything. He just took a step and was about to leave.

Brother Changdao took the initiative to say: "It's you. You are really amazing. You can fight two people at the same time and kill them back."

It was at this time that he heard a familiar voice and realized who this person was. It was the big brother who told him to "ignore" the happy challenger before the game started. It was just a kind reminder at that time, and it was awkward to meet them again at this time.

Song Yi said: "They want to kill me."

It is an explanation and an answer to the compliment.

It was difficult for him to describe it. At that moment, he was captured by "fear". His breathing became heavier and his heartbeat was strong. In the crisis, he followed his instincts. Even after firing the gun, Song Yi was briefly confused and wondered if he heard the laughter again.

But unfortunately, it was not the cufflinks that induced him to do this, he just wanted to do it himself.

Brother Changdao laughed twice, said casually "You did the right thing", and walked out without any intention of talking further. Song Yi was not in the mood to socialize either. He stopped where he was and watched the other party leave. He felt his lips dry, and he wondered if the blood had coagulated on his cheeks.

He thought that the fruits of victory were bitter and had a fishy smell. When he was alone, standing on the sticky ground, he would feel dizzy.

Two people died at his hands, and more people died here.

The horn sounded again, organizing the players to line up and urging those who were left to leave. The blood on the ground had not yet dried, and a new game was about to begin.

Song Yi was silent. He felt the pain in his leg when he took a step. He adjusted his movements, dragged his injured leg, slowly walked out of the game venue, and sat back on the bench where he had been waiting. His attention shifted from the infinite firepower to the space. He took out a pair of scissors and a bandage, and found some medicine. Amid laughter, he skillfully applied the medicine to himself. He didn't have a chance to pay attention to the eyes of those around him. There were enough seats nearby, and the number of people queuing was still small compared to the other projects. People looked at him in twos and threes, and subtle voices were heard, discussing the game that had just ended.

Song Yi knew that he had done something wrong. He opened the door with "Kill" written on it. It was not just about the death of those two people, but also the strategy that was extended from it... Before the project was upgraded, players could attack each other, eliminate the extra people, and the last three people would quickly win.

Even if he was not there, they would be discovered, but with him, and because he was the beginning, the carousel game would become more and more cruel. Song Yi could not be sure whether he was right or wrong, and he did not want to die here.

Even just now, when he was faced with the choice of three out of five, there was even a second when he thought, if Yan Changyue was here it would be great, the boss is so smart, he will definitely find a suitable way. But the next moment, he thought, if it was Sui Yuesheng who was here, everything would be different, right?

After all, in the comics, the protagonist can solve the problem and find a way for everyone to survive by just yelling "Stop it!" He is not smart enough, nor lucky, but barely strong, so...

He survived.

Song Yi tied a bandage, calmed himself down, took out a wet wipe from the space, cleaned his cheeks, put his things in order, then stood up and went to find the bathroom.

At the same time, above the amusement park, in the high hanging castle, there was a pair of eyes that were still staring at him, with tenderness in their brows.

The cold laugh broke the silence again.

Yan Changyue looked at the screen, and the man with his back turned stared at Yan Changyue. Seeing his focused expression, as if the only person on the screen was in his eyes, the man with his back turned took the initiative to speak and said, "You did it on purpose."

There was no doubt in the words; they were full of affirmation.

Yan Changyue finally collected her thoughts, looked at him, and uttered a "hmm" to express her question, with a slightly rising ending and a smile on the corners of her lips. She did not show any displeasure at being disturbed, nor did she have any other emotions.

The man with the slicked-back hair continued, "That little brat must be heartbroken."

The sarcasm in his words remained unchanged, with only a hint of sympathy hidden in his final sigh.

Yan Changyue shook his head and did not answer. This did not affect the mood of the man with the slicked back hair at all. Rather, it made him even more excited. The emotions that had just calmed down rose up again. After saying just two sentences, he could not help but express malice.

"Your usual routine." The man with his hair back said, standing up and pacing on the spot. He turned his gaze to the glass and looked at Song Yi's figure on it. He paused for a second and continued, "You give him setbacks, make him confused, and then help him... and then tame him."

Yan Changyue also sighed and replied: "You still don't understand, this is different, he doesn't need to be tamed."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. Upon hearing this, the man with the slicked-back hair became even more agitated. He rushed to Yan Changyuenian, raised his arms and then put them down, trying his best to clench his fists, as if he was using all his strength to restrain his anger, and even his finger bones began to turn white.

Finally, under Yan Changyue's smile, he spoke again, and said in a trembling voice:

"No, you have it all planned out."

"Just like last time, just like that multiplayer instance, just like every time before..."

"You planned to let her die last time. You didn't want a powerful Stardust, so you rejected our surrender. You wanted to raise an obedient dog, so you planned it this time as well."

"You have other plans, and you are doomed to be disappointed. You are not the only one playing chess this time!"

"He can only go so far!"

After saying this, he turned his head back and took a half step back, supporting himself on the edge of the round table with his right hand, and then he stabilized his shaking body and did not fall directly to the ground. It seemed that this sentence had exhausted his strength. When he breathed, there was a whimpering sound in his throat. He did not look at Yan Changyue again, nor did he observe Song Yi on the screen. His sight passed through the glass and looked at another castle opposite. His eyes, which had just regained some light, were dimming again.

Yan Changyue stared at him and repeated, "She won't die here. You should trust your boss's choice."

The man with the slicked-back hair laughed, a short laugh that was filled with sadness. He slowly said, "We have a new boss... You should take care of your own stardust. That boss is here, and his sword will be here too."

"Yes, it's very lively here." Yan Changyue said, crossing her legs, leaning forward slightly, with one hand on her leg and the other hand reaching for the glass. Her voice became softer, and she said, "But before everything started, he hadn't witnessed a real death... I'm worried."

Having said that, Yan Changyue's fingertips fell on the screen, her fingertips pressed on the top of Song Yi's head, with a lingering smile on her lips.

"For the final victory, he will win."